Magical, Super-powered Sex

Chapters

Radar Love
TNT
Lips of an Angel
Rolling in the Deep
Black Magic Woman
Strength of the World
Too Much, Too Young, Too Fast

Radar Love

"We're out of time, Joseph," a beautiful voluptuous women yelled from atop a skyscraper in the pouring rain. A single bolt of lightning struck the sky behind her at that exact moment as an over-the-top score of brass and strings completed the scene. "If we don't convince my father to let us be together by tomorrow night, the we'll never be able to see each other again! Where are your priorities??"

A blond, blue-eyed, muscled, shirtless man stared back at her for a couple seconds before replying, "I live my life one day at a time. If the world is going to end tomorrow, then my priority is to make the most of tonight. With you, Your Highness."

The drenched woman stopped and contemplated his response for a fraction of a millisecond before wrapping her arms and legs around the perfect specimen of a man and locking her lips with his as the music score immediately took on a very different tone.

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...

"This might be the stupidest movie I have ever seen," Sunset Shimmer droned.

I could only laugh in response.

"Seriously," Sunset continued. "Is is just me, or does this really, really suck?"

"Okay okay," I conceded. "You're right. You pick out the next two movies."

"I'm so glad that I brought you back to life with my magic sword," Joseph grunted.
"Me too," the princess moaned.

...
...
...

"Three movies," I decided.

"Even the sex sucks," she continued. "No foreplay? We're just going straight to dry-humping?"

"Well," I countered. "Can you really dry-hump if you're both soaked from the rain?"

Sunset let something between a chuckle and a scoff escape her lips. "Just admit that this sucks," my girlfriend playfully demanded.

It wasn't the worst movie I'd ever seen. In fact, in the past couple months we've been dating, Sunset and I had probably seen at least two or three other films that we could easily agree upon being worse than what was in front of us. The movie currently being played on her TV was indeed bland enough that I already forgot its title, but it did have some decent drama, the score hit the right notes now and again...

"You're absolutely right, dear," my mouth thankfully replied without consulting the brain first.

"You're damn right, I am," Sunset snarked back, happily accepting the answer that I had been hardwired into giving any time that a girl asked me to agree with her.

To this day, I'm still not entirely sure about how I managed to get a girl like Sunset Shimmer. She was already one of the most popular girls in school when I first met her in English class. She was smart, pretty, and had the entire class wrapped around her finger, albeit for all the wrong reasons. But the point is, she could have had anyone she wanted, even back then.

Then she turned herself around and only continued to grow even further and further out of my league. She became so friendly and humble, that no matter how badly the rest of my class wanted to continue hating her, they slowly started to find that they couldn't. Then, I found out that she had a fantastic singing voice, which, by the way, I learned when she used that voice to save the entire school from a trio of monsters from Equestria. Then, I found out that she can also play guitar as well as Rainbow Dash, and possibly even better. Then, she helped save Canterlot High again, this time, from another girl going mad with magical power during the Friendship Games. Then, I found out that she used to be a personal student of a literal goddess from another dimension. And finally, we went to Camp Everfree one year for a fun retreat. And Sunset Shimmer returned with an orange and red geode that apparently gives her the power to read minds.

So, just to recap, Sunset Shimmer is a friendly, humble, attractive, multi-talented girl who studied under a goddess of the sun. And she also has a magic super power.

It's funny how Sunset Shimmer has such a crazy and adventurous backstory, while the story of how we met couldn't possibly be more ordinary. Even though I've know her since my freshman English class, I met her three years later in biology when she ended up being my lab partner for a day. We talked, shared a few laughs, and eventually we find ourselves becoming friends. And a little while later, we were more than friends. Now, we were partaking in our weekly Friday night ritual of picking out a random movie and watching it together at her house.

I've been meaning to ask how she can even afford a house, but I always keep forgetting. This time, I ended up being distracted by by Sunset casually resting her left arm over my shoulder and letting it dangle there, brushing lightly against mine. Her light touch caused me to instantly forget my question as we just sat there for a moment.

And thus began the most cruel and monstrous punishment that a man should never have to go through:
Watching an R-rated sex scene in awkward silence next to your girlfriend.

"This is boring to watch," Sunset suddenly announced, as if she could sense my discomfort.

"Yeah, I'll skip this scene," I said, already reaching for the remote to the cable box.

As I reached for the "skip" button, Sunset grabbed the TV remote on the other side of the love seat and muted the TV first.

"It's boring to watch," Sunset continued, pointing at the obligatory sex scene. "But have you ever though about trying that?"

...

Have you ever had a moment when your entire brain just decided to stop working for a brief moment? Because that was basically what just happened. All thought processes were on pause for the time being, so my mouth had to fend for itself.

"Try what?" my mouth answered. I guess my mouth thought that playing dumb was the smartest move to do at the time, but I figured that it should probably double-check with my brain when it got back from its lunch break.

"Don't play dumb with me," Sunset chided.

"Shit," I thought. "Wrong answer."

"Sex," Sunset answered, grinning slyly. "Have you ever though about having sex with me?"

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," my mouth smoothly replied.

"Come on," she laughed. "We're both adults here and we've been dating for what, seven months now? Just be honest. Being honest is healthy for a relationship, you know."

Okay, so I wasn't getting out of this one. I tried to think for a moment, which was difficult to do as my brain didn't seem to be coming back to help anytime soon, but eventually I decided that there was only one word I could say. My teeth started to clench for a second, and I felt as if I had to physically pry my own mouth open to say that one word, but...

"Yes," I answered quietly. "I've thought about it but I wouldn't ever do it if you weren't re-"

"Calm down," Sunset laughed again, louder this time. "It was just a simple question."

"Yeah," I thought. "The single most loaded question you could have possibly thrown at me."

Sunset snickered for a moment, as if she had heard my mental barb. Then she looked at me and slowly, ever so slowly, started to smile. As her eyes softened and her lips parted to make way for her perfect teeth, I automatically began to mirror that smile. I started to gazed upon her eyes, her lips, and her beautiful red hair. Against the dim light of the TV, my eyes locked onto her face, and I found myself reminded yet again that yes, I would instantly make love to her without hesitation the moment she said the word.

Suddenly, I started to notice that her smile looked... different. I couldn't place it right away, but she had a different look in her eyes as she drew her arm away from mine and swiveled to face her upper body towards me. I mirrored her gesture and turned to face her, resulting in her hand leaving contact with my arm and resting instead on my lower back. Then, she proceeded to put her other hand on my chest. At her gentle touch, I suddenly became aware that the point of contact, namely my heart, was pounding out of control. Just that one simple touch made me aware that I felt like I was in the middle of running a marathon. I didn't recall feeling nervous until that very moment. But at that moment, I didn't think that my body was physically capable of pumping blood through my veins any more violently.

I quickly realized how wrong I was when Sunset began to lean into me and slowly press her hand against my chest, pushing me slowly but forcefully onto my back. My legs unconsciously lifted themselves into the couch and began to uncurl into the position that she clearly wanted me to be in. Sunset then mimicked my gesture, picking her legs up off the floor and kneeling directly on top of my own legs. Still she continued to push me, she continued to lean, and I continued to watch in stunned silence, until I found her lying on top of me. Her face was touching mine, her hand was pressed tightly between our chests, and her crotch was pressing down on the erection that I didn't notice I had.

"Well," Sunset whispered. "I am ready. And I know that you are, too"

I thought that I was ready, too. But at that moment, I had no idea what to do. Was this really happening this quickly? The most perfect girl in the world was pressing her body up against mine and offering me something that I had only ever dreamed of in the past. I suddenly felt equal parts excited and nervous. My body just locked up, not sure how to proceed.

"I guess I'll start, then," Sunset declared. She started to sit up just enough to slowly drag her right hand down my chest as her other hand pried itself away from my back to join the other's quest down my body. Then, she started unzipping my pants, finally giving my trapped member some space. As she peeled away the uncomfortable denim of my jeans, my erection pushed violently against the much softer cloth of my boxers. My arms began to help her, pushing my pants down further and further until they were off completely. Sunset held them in her hand for a moment and then, without breaking eye contact, she theatrically dropped them onto the floor.

As she began to remove her shirt, my thoughts started to become more and more of a jumbled mess as the nature of all of her actions started to truly sink in. I had no thoughts. No ideas. No sentience. I felt only a wild, animalistic lust as her shirt fluttered to the ground. Around her neck was a familiar red necklace with an emblem of an orange sun. I barely even noticed it, for my eyes were magnetically drawn to her dark red bra that was now the only thing separating my excited hands from the two pieces of feminine flesh that I now had a deep, longing desire to grasp. I didn't have any rational thoughts. I wasn't using my brain. Instinct had completely taken over as I quickly removed my underwear, dropping them off to the side of me.

No sooner had they hit the floor when I suddenly felt Sunset's mouth dive all the way down to the very hilt of my cock. It happened so suddenly that I couldn't help but jolt in sudden pleasure as her lips began to slowly move their way back up my penis. Her tongue started to prod at it, prompting my mouth to let out an involuntary groan that quickly turned into a long moan as she forcefully moved her mouth back down again, dragging her tongue down the entire length of my shaft.
I could feel my penis twitching inside, begging for the next step, desperate to not blow its load down her throat before getting to the main event. Sunset Shimmer immediately removed her mouth from my cock. It was as if she knew what my dick wanted at all times. This left me grateful but also curious if I could perhaps develop that ability as well.

"You're not much for foreplay either," she stated as she started unbuckling her shorts. "Are you?"

"No," I answered with a level of conviction that surprised even me. I didn't want to do this by any book. I didn't care if this was going too fast. I knew what I wanted.

"Fuck me," I pleaded. "Now."

"As you wish," Sunset replied in a low voice as she ripped off her panties and tossed them in the vague direction of the long-forgotten TV. She then gracefully stood up on the couch, allowing me to catch an eyeful of the smallest hint of a red bush stuck between her bare thighs. She took a couple small steps forward and bent over slightly, reaching her hands down and grabbing my waist. She then proceeded to grab the edges of my shirt and slowly lift it up. I took the hint and lifted up my arms, allowing her to remove the last article of clothing from my body. As my T-shirt slowly drifted upwards, Sunset's hips slowly descended down upon my torso. My shirt went up and over my head, blocking my vision for a brief moment as her arms stretched out to free mine from their sleeves.

It was at that exact moment, seconds away from being able to see again, that I felt Sunset Shimmer's bare ass press itself into my stomach. I felt the curves of her rear grind against me, felt her sopping wet womanhood that seemed just as eager as my rock-hard manhood. An instant later, my shirt was freed from around my neck. I was now naked as the day I was born and I could now see exactly what I had already felt a moment before. Sunset Shimmer's ass started to swivel and drag itself against me. I felt a wave of true ecstasy as her soft skin rubbed up against mine, her butt firmly squishing itself against my body.

And I saw her vagina pressed against my stomach, a few inches away from the place where I so desperately wanted it to be.
But instead of moving down, Sunset began to drag her sex up my body, leaving me with conflicting feelings. I felt an overwhelming desire to forcefully grab her hips and viciously ram myself into her ass. But, another part of me remembered that she should enjoy this too, and that I should give her some freedom to do what she wants. But I still wanted to enter her so very badly. So, I quickly chose to compromise, deciding to let her body explore mine, but not for long.

But she didn't explore for long. She quickly began to move her body back down mine, past my chest, past my stomach. Just before making it to my hungry groin, she bent her arms and legs and sat up a little, positioning her clit directly over my penis. Her body started to bend at an angle, with her legs on the couch, her hips elevated, and her face bending back down until it reached past mine. Sunset's mouth was actually touching my ear.

"What are you waiting for?" she whispered in a silky, sultry tone.

I needed no second invitation. My left hand quickly made its way to Sunset's rear as my right hand gently pushed her head back into my line of sight, so I could gaze upon her perfect face once more as I positioned myself to finally enter her. I briefly lost myself in her blue eyes for a moment before mentally reminding myself that it was finally time for action. My free hand moved to her upper back, directly over the clasp of her bra. It lingered there for a moment, feeling her perfect skin underneath the metal obstacle that was barring me from finally seeing her natural body in all its glory.

I didn't undo it just yet, though. My right hand pushed her closer towards me while my left continued to grope and squeeze her bottom. Her head once again was positioned next to mine, as I turned my head and touched my lips to her ear. I tried to think of something to say, something to whisper back into her ear to set the final mood. But I was far beyond words at this point. With her ear brushing my lips that had no words to give, I thought about lightly biting it.
And then, I hesitated briefly. I know that playfully nibbling on your lover's ear looks sexy, but would she like that? Or would she find it annoying or maybe even-

My thoughts were interrupted by a sudden, sharp pinching sensation at my ear. I couldn't help but jump when Sunset, without any warning, bit me in the exact spot where I was just contemplating biting her. I quickly turned to find a coy smile on her face. Sunset's hips started to slowly grind against me as she turned her face away from mine again, as if inviting me to take a nibble of her ear in retaliation.

"Damn girl," I thought. "Are you reading my mind or something?"

As soon as that thought popped into my mind, Sunset stopped dead in her tracks and sat up straight, looking down at my prone figure. For a brief moment, she just stared. Then, I saw the corners of her mouth slowly started to curve upward.

...

"...Oh," I thought to myself.

"Oh," Sunset answered out loud.

"You are reading my thoughts," I mentally stated.

"Of course I am," she answered simply before flashing me another dazzling smile. "What better way is there to make sure that my man gets exactly what he wants?"

"Really? I challenged her. "What do I want right now?"

"You want to take off my bra. Really, really badly."

"Pfft! That's not impressing me. That's what any man would want once he got an eyeful of you."

"Oh, stop it," she blushed.

"Good one," I mentally patted myself on the back.

"Did you just mentally pat yourself on the back for that one?"

...

"Fuck."

"Gladly," she said before lowering herself and pressing her cunt lightly against the tip of my dick.

That brief, awkward intermission was immediately forgotten when her pussy lips lightly touched my penis. I could feel just the slightest sensations of her wetness. I wanted- no, needed to feel more. I immediately became fully erect once again, rapidly expanding to meet the moist cave playfully brushing by me, just outside of reach.

But before I did, my right hand needed to take advantage of the position that it had been in for the pasts minute. Sunset, already knowing what I was about to do, nodded her head as I undid her bra and let it drop into my lap.

The bra in question awkwardly sat there for a moment as I was momentarily stunned by the breasts in front of me. They weren't as large as the breasts that you'd see on models you find online, but they weren't as fake as the models that you find online either. They were real. They looked perfectly firm, yet perfectly soft, with the notable exception of her modestly-sized nipples, both of which looked hard enough to cut glass.

Sunset bent over slightly to grab her bra and toss is aside, sitting back up quickly enough for the objects holding my interest to bounce briefly.

"I want to touch them," I decided.

"I want you to touch them, too," Sunset purred.

"Yes, ma'am."

My eager hands reached up and made contact with her eager boobs at the exact same time that Sunset dropped her hips down, allowing me to enter her slightly. My fingertips squeezed the mounds on her chest, sinking in smoothly at first but finding more resistance as they explored deeper. The tip of my shaft was simultaneously assaulted by her smooth, soft, soaked inner walls rubbing down against me from all sides. A sudden, animalistic groan burst from my mouth through clenched teeth as Sunset similarly moaned in delight at the imprints my hands were trying to leave in her bosom.

Sunset raised herself and lowered herself. Up and down, up and down, going deeper every time. The sensation was so fantastic that I feared I would cum before I was even fully inside of her. Still she continued to bounce on me, going further and further, until she almost made it all the way down. Then she lifted herself up one last time, and paused for a brief moment, as if to dramatically remind myself that we were seconds from going all the way.

I gazed upon her beautiful face once again. I was ready. And she knew I was ready; she sensed it without a single word needing to be spoken.

After that brief moment of anticipation, she shoved her hands underneath my ass, grabbed tight, and impaled herself on me at full force.

"Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!" I screamed in pure ecstasy and happiness, the pressure squeezing my member from all sides causing my entire body to convulse, and causing my hands to reflexively clamp down tightly around Sunset Shimmer's breast, until I finally felt the subtle muscle underneath the thick layer of velvety softness.

My sudden, reflexive grope, combined with the sensations of Sunset finally being fully inside me caused her to scream as well. She started swishing her hips around me, forcing my throbbing dick to press itself against every corner of her most private cavity as her hips ground against mine. I felt her from almost every possible angle.

Almost.

I let go of her breasts for a moment. Any other girl would have been briefly disappointed, but she already knew the reason why. She knew what I was going to do, once again reminding me of the fantastic connection that I had with this woman and the supernatural power she possessed.

I grabbed ahold of her back once again and pressed herself down on top of me, until ever square inch of Sunset's skin was pressed against every square inch of mine.

Now, I felt her from every possible angle.

My mouth locked with hers as our tongues danced around in each others' mouths. She moved her body around me, rubbing her chest against mine while her hips moved up and down my dick, as my hands instinctively followed her movements. All the way up, then all the way down, faster and faster.

I tasted her tongue wrestling my own. I smelled her scents, a mixture of manmade shampoo and natural pheromones blending in the air. I heard her breathing and panting, louder and louder. I felt her silky skin move wildly around me. And I saw... nothing. My eyes were locked shut, allowing me to focus on the fact that my other four senses were all held hostage by the same woman. The only thing that I could taste, hear smell, or touch... The only thing that existed in that moment, was Sunset Shimmer.

Before I even knew it, I felt a sudden pressure building up in my loins at such a rapid pace, that I couldn't possibly slow down even if I wanted to. I was seconds away from exploding. And Sunset knew it. She always knows. Her thrusts suddenly turned wild, frantic, and feral, putting all of her energy into riding me as viciously as she possibly could, her panting breaths morphing slowly into a long, drawn-out yell as adrenaline started to kick in and she fucked me with all of her might.
We both knew the exact time when it was about to happen. I pressed her rear into me as hard as I could as she pressed her breasts into me as hard as she could. We hollered as loud as our lungs could as we both climaxed at the same time. My dick pumping all of the seed that it possibly could and as deep as it could possibly go as Sunset's own juices slid down the tight walls around it. I only wish that the moment could have lasted longer.

But inevitably, we came back down from our shared climax. The moment that we had given ever floral ounce that we possibly could, the two of us both went limp instantly, allowing ourselves to collapse into each others' exhausted bodies. We both sat there for a moment with drunken smiles on both of our faces as we started to catch our breaths. Eventually, the moment passed and all was quiet once more.

"That was amazing," I groaned. "We need to do that more often."

"You read my mind," Sunset replied.

Author's Note

If you notice any errors, please post a comment ASAP so I can make corrections for future readers. Constructive criticism is also welcome.

I have seven stories planned, and I am going to be posting them in order from worst to best, in my own personal opinion.

I feel like reading minds could potentially be an amazing power to have during sex, but I couldn't really come up with a good way to translate that idea into a story. I'm still proud of how this turned out, but I think that the other six stories are all better than this one.

This is also the only chapter where I feel like I should explain the title.

Radar Love is a classic rock song released by Golden Earring in 1973. It's a song about two lovers that share a special connection where they can always sense when they need each other, even if they're miles apart.

It felt fitting to me.

Up next: Possibly the dirtiest chapter in the entire set.

TNT

"I'm booooooooooooored," Pinkie Pie whined for the seventh time in the past hour.

"Well then, what should we dooooooooooooooooo?" I countered back.

"I don't knoooooooooooooooow," she answered.

It was one of those weekends. You know what I'm talking about. We had little homework and a lot of free time. We also had absolutely no idea what to do with said free time. I was bored, and, funny enough, "I'm booooooooooooored" was the exact text that Pinkie Pie sent to me an hour ago. And that's the reason why I ended up driving over to my girlfriend's house at 8:00 PM in the rain. Because Pinkie Pie had run out of fun things to do.

That's how you know without a doubt, that that it's definitely one of those weekends.

So there we were, in Pinkie Pie's bedroom, sprawled out lazily across her bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.

"We could bake something," I suggested.

"We did that last night," Pinkie droned. "I want to do something fun that we've never done before!"

"Something we've... never done before?" That statement caught me by surprise for a brief moment, mostly because...

"Pinkie, how many new things can we do when we're stuck inside on a rainy night?"

"Hmmmmm," Pinkie Pie adorably scrunched her face as she tried her best to think of a solution for a minute. "I guess you're right," she eventually concluded.

A brief silence overtook the room again. I sat up and asked, "So, what should we do, then?"

Pinkie sat up, as well, before turning to me and bluntly answering, "...Eh, probably the same thing we always do when its late at night and we have nothing else to do."

"...Make out?"

"Yep!"

"...Sure."

If I was dating any other girl, an exchange like that would have given me whiplash. But Pinkie Pie has always been the type of girl that completely and utterly ignores social norms and just gets right to the point, however unorthodox her methods may be. I found her personality to be a bit... odd at first. But as we continued to date, and as the months went by, I started to understand Pinkie Pie, if you can imagine. And I certainly wasn't complaining about her forwardness as she lightly touched her lips against mine.

We sat side by side as our mouths began an intricate dance, lightly kissing each other for only the briefest of moments before pulling away, and moving back in again. As she reached around my back to embrace me, my neck was already getting tired of keeping my head turned ninety degrees towards Pinkie, so I decided to change her position.

Pinkie Pie was always one of the smaller girls in my class, both in terms of height and width. This was a fact that I took full advantage of as I grabbed hold of her waist, and hoisted her up into the air.

"Whoa, hey!" Pinkie Pie playfully laughed. "Stop the ride, stop the ride!"

I couldn't help but share her infectious giggle for a moment as I put her down so that she could face me directly. I honestly couldn't have held her there for that much longer anyways, so I lowered her onto my lap. Her arms and her legs all started to wrap tightly around me, her kisses slowly increased in intensity as she anchored herself to my frame. At this point, I could have let go of her completely and she wouldn't have moved an inch. But I didn't let go of her. Why would I want to? All I could think about was how badly I wanted to feel more of her, and there was nothing I could do to stop that feeling, even if I wanted to.

By this point, Pinkie's tongue had already begun to ravage the inside of my mouth with the same disproportionate level of energy that I had always known her to have. My left arm coiled around her upper back as the digits of my right hand stretched themselves to get a firm grip on her small bottom. My right hand covered up her entire left cheek and squeezed lightly. It honestly felt as if her butt was custom-made to fit perfectly into the palm of my hand. She continued to assault my mouth with hers, breathing more heavily into me as my other arm continued to press the rest of her body into mine. Still I continued to squeeze her, silently thanking the universe that I had a fun, lovable, perky girlfriend with a perfectly-sized body to hug, cuddle, and on occasions like this, completely smother with my own body.

I always found it funny how many men are obsessed with women with grotesquely huge breasts and butts. They always want their women to be bigger and bigger.

They don't know the finer things in life.

Pinkie suddenly broke off of our kiss, disrupting my thoughts. "I just thought of something really fun we can do!" she announced cheerfully.

Just like that, the entire mood changed. The kissing, the groping, and the hormones all stopped for a brief moment, and I didn't like it.

"Okay..." I answered slowly. "How about we do it later, and just get back to this, for now."

"Actually, I was thinking that we take what we're doing here, and make it even more fun. Do you want to have sex?"

As crazy as it seems, I've dated Pinkie Pie long enough that that question only mildly surprised me.

"You mean, like, right now?" I asked.

"Sure," Pinkie grinned. "If you want to, that is. I'm just saying that my parents aren't home, and even more importantly, Limestone isn't home, either."

"Oh god," I shuddered. "She would kill me if she was here right now."

"But she's not," Pinkie pointed out. "So what do you say?" she asked while waggling her eyebrows. "You wanna do something fun?"

There is no amount of alcohol, nor any other drugs known to man, that can lower a man's inhibitions as much as being alone with Pinkie Pie, so...

"Sure," I shrugged. "Fuck it, let's go!"

"Okay!" she said with an excited grin.

And just like that, she jumped off of me, dropped to the floor, and started to remove my pants. Once my jeans and boxers were down to my ankles on the floor, Pinkie looked down at my penis... and stared for a moment.

I had no idea what to do. Is she waiting for something? Is she judging it? What's going on??

As it turns out, she was just thinking of something.

"I know!" Pinkie suddenly perked up. She then reached into her hair and pulled out a bottle of chocolate syrup.

For the first time in quite a while, Pinkie Pie made me stop dead in my tracks.

"Wha...?" was all that came out of my mouth. That was literally one of the last things I expected her to do at a time like this, and I had no earthly idea what she planned to do. That is, until she popped the cap off and upended the bottle directly over my penis.

"What? Wait, what are you-"

Too late. She was already squeezing chocolate syrup all over my dick. I couldn't help but reflexively cringe away from the gooey substance as it flowed down my body, which, by the way, did not ask for this. I just blankly stared as she continued to drip more and more onto it, maneuvering the bottle around the entire surface of my cock, as if she was nonchalantly trying to put an even layer of icing on a cake.

Just when I thought that I couldn't be more confused, said cock started to expand rapidly.

"What? Why??" I mentally screamed at my stretching member. "Why is... just... WHY??"

"There we go," Pinkie Pie suddenly announced, as she put the empty bottle back into the impossible pocket dimension she keeps in her pink hair. "Now, for the finishing touch!"

And then she pulled out a jar of sprinkles. By the way, she was, in fact, wearing her magic necklace with the pink geode.

Just like that, my dick went from 100 to 0 faster than I ever thought possible as I frantically scrambled backwards onto the bed.

"What are you doing??" I shrieked. "Do you want to blow my dick off??"

"Huh?" Pinkie Pie replied, seeming legitimately confused for a brief moment before glancing towards the jar of sprinkles in her hand. "Oh, you mean that!" she laughed.

"Yeah, that! I'd rather you not put explosive sprinkles on penis!"

"Oh relax," Pinkie sighed as she grabbed my ankle, dragging me back to my original spot on the side of the bed. "I can totally make sure that they don't explode. Trust me, I'm a lot better at controlling my magic than I was when I accidentally blew up the dock at Camp Everfree, so don't worry! As the camp counselor used to say, 'I've got this!'"

Before I could even retort about how unconvincing that statement was, she had already started to sprinkle the... well, sprinkles, onto me. She actually started to hum. And I could hear it very clearly due to the fact that I was frozen in complete horror, forgetting even to breath. Every tiny little piece of cake confection that dropped onto my confused dick felt like a super dense hammer had hit in instead, and any one off those impacts could spell my doom. I couldn't even tell you how long it went on for. Time seemed to drag on for longer than normal as I waited with dread for my inevitable castration.

And then, she stopped. She put the cap back on the jar of sprinkles and put it back in her hair. And when I looked down, I thought that I was looking down on a chocolate eclair for a moment. There was no skin visible underneath the chocolate syrup, and the sprinkles were spread out evenly, and actually stuck to the sticky substance. Once I got over the fact that my dick was not going to explode, the absurdity of my penis looking like a chocolate desert started to slowly sink in. I had no idea how to feel about any of this.

"There we go," Pinkie said, sounding satisfied. "Huh, it's gotten smaller now," she continued as she moved her mouth towards her newly-made chocolate-covered, cream-filled donut cock. "I guess I should fix that." She then stuck out her tongue, and lightly licked my tip.

Once again, my shaft started to expand, and once again I was extremely confused why. Then she started to swirl her tongue around it, as if she was trying to lick the last bit of frosting off of a cake mixer. My groin was being assaulted by the strange sensations of her slimy and wet tongue clearing away the sticky and gooey syrup that coated me from tip to hilt.

There was still quite of bit of the offending deserts covering me when Pinkie pulled away for a brief moment and began to lower her shorts.

"I just realized that it's only fair if you got to taste me too, right?" she asked coyly. Then she removed her panties, as well.

"Uh, yeah," I stuttered, slowly getting back into things. "I can do that. I don't need any chocolate syrup, though."

"Okay," she chuckled, as if she found my answer silly.

With her entire bottom half completely bare, she climbed back onto the bed, and flashed me a look inviting me to join her. I complied, leaving my pants and underwear behind on the floor. We sat there on the bed, both of us nude from the waist down, and started at each other's groins for a brief moment before Pinkie's hand reached out and pushed me flat onto my back. My head rested lightly on her pillow for a brief moment before she removed the pillow from under me, forcing me to stare straight up at her face.

"Okay," she grinned. "Now it's your turn." Then, she stood up, turned around, and sat on my face.

I involuntarily gasped out loud, though nobody could have heard it as mouth was completely muffled by her ass. My hands reflexively reached up to grab it. Once again having that perfect hold, I squeezed tightly and extended my tongue deep into her love cave. She moaned in pleasure, but it almost sounded as if her voice was strangely coming from somewhere further down my body. While I was contemplating that, I suddenly felt her mouth seal itself around my still chocolate-covered cock.

"Unf!" I suddenly groaned, my entire body jolting in response to her wet lips suddenly putting pressure all around my still-erect penis. My involuntary jolt also resulted in me widening my mouth a little and accidentally prodding my tongue deeper into Pinkie's vagina, causing her to involuntarily jolt and clamp her mouth tighter around my dick. This chain reaction continued for a while, both of us sucking and tasting each other's most private areas, our breaths and our cries of passion both increasing in intensity as more of her scents and juices flooded my senses. I don't even know how long we continued to pleasure each other like that. I was so completely engrossed in it that I barely even noticed when Pinkie removed her mouth from my dick and spoke again.

"You're all clean down here," she suddenly declared between panting breaths. "You want to try something else now?"

For a moment, I just wanted to stay the way we were, and enjoy the feeling of my tongue inside of her. But then, I slowly started to remember that another part of me wanted to be inside of her even more. I lightly prodded Pinkie's pert bottom until she lifted it off of me and allowed me to sit up, and eventually slip out from under her and off the bed completely. I stood there on the floor, locking eyes with her for a moment, and then, without another word, removed my shirt. Pinkie reached for hers, as well. In fact, she was so eager that she got her shirt off before me, despite my head start. My arms automatically reached out towards her as she finished undoing her bra, revealing two breasts that were fairly small, but honestly a little bigger and rounder than I expected.

"I guess the fat from all those sweets had to go somewhere," I though wryly as I grabbed her and lifted her up by the waist.

Even though Pinkie was a light girl, she wasn't that light, and I wasn't that strong. I briefly struggled with her weight for a moment, but said nothing, and instead focused on how to make this position more manageable. My right arm lowered a little bit, letting gravity do some of the work as I lowered her down until my arm was fully outstretched below me, holding her waist at about the same level as my own as my left arm reached around to her upper back and found purchase there. My dominant hand moved pinkie's waist around until I found the spot where it needed to be. Despite the extra weight I was carrying, I slowly maneuvered her lower body until my throbbing shaft just barely entered inside of her. Pinkie moaned in approval and wrapped her legs tightly around my waist, making it that much easier for me to keep her pressed against me.

So there I was, naked, standing up straight and cradling my naked girlfriend's body into my own, her naked thighs squeezing tightly around my naked torso, her naked breasts ballooning against my naked chest, and my naked cock just barely inside of her naked sex.

"I'm so glad that I have such a strong man," Pinkie cooed.

"I'm not strong, I'm just lucky to have such a light girl," I answered.

"Sweet and petite," she smiled. "Nothing at all like the cover art."

"Damn straight," I agreed.

Then, with me still carrying Pinkie, locked in that position, I began to walk towards her bedroom door.

"Don't stop the ride this time," Pinkie breathed.

I briefly removed my left arm from her back and closed the door with a definitive click.

"The ride hasn't started yet," I growled. And then, I threw both of our weights into the closed door, violently thrusting myself inside of her.

"Aaeeii!" Pinkie screamed as I shoved myself inside of her again and again, ramming her harder and harder into the wall. Her breathing grew heavier, my body began to coat itself in sweat, and my loins were getting closer and closer to the breaking point as I manhandled Pinkie Pie, plowing her over and over against the wooden door.

Unfortunately, my arms were quickly growing tired from my exertions. So, while Pinkie was still wrapped all around me and I was still deep inside of her, I backed away from the door and flopped back into the bed, where Pinkie was more than happy enough to finish me off, bouncing aggressively on my cock and causing the rest of my body to rock along with her rhythm.

"Gnngh! Pinkie, I'm close," I grunted.

"Okay," Pinkie groaned. "Now, for the last surprise..."

Before I could question what she meant, Pinkie Pie briefly went limp, putting all of her weight on my penis and burying it deep inside of her.

Then she sat there for a moment, looked me dead in the eyes and said, "Sprinkles aren't the only things I can make explode."

I never saw it coming. Without warning, a powerful jolt shot through my penis, as if I had just shoved it into a weak electric socket. Then, faster than I could even blink, pressure started to build up inside of it, quickly reaching the maximum tolerable pressure, and then past it.

"Shit! Shit! What did you do??" I panicked.

"Don't worry!" Pinkie hollered back, beginning to bounce on me once more. "It's not going to actually explode, just, you know, explode. In the good way."

"Fuck! Fuck!"

It felt like my manhood was being inflated like a balloon. An amount of pressure that should not be scientifically possible was being pumped into my loins, and it only continued to grow further and further.

"Come on..." Pinkie moaned. "Come on!!"

"Aaaaaaaaaaaauuuuuuuuggggghhhhhhhhhhhh!!"

BOOM!!

It sounded like a cannon went off. It felt like a cannon went off. I couldn't tell you what it looked like because my vision turned spotty from the inhumanely powerful shockwave that exploded from my loins. Rather than pumping out jets of sperm, the orgasm that I felt was more akin to all of my seed violently shooting out of me at the same time. Again, like a cannon.

The sensation was so violent, so all-encompassing that I barely even registered what happened on Pinkie's end.

She went flying. Like, she actually got blasted off of the bed, across the room, and into the wall behind her. She stuck to the wall for a brief moment before comically sliding down onto the floor. Her eyes were bulged open, staring at a fixed point a thousand miles away. He mouth fell open, releasing a low, continuous groan as no less than a pint of human sperm flooded out of her vaginal cavity and onto the floor, mixed with god-only-knows how much of her own juices.

Twenty seconds might not seem like such a long time, but try actually counting to twenty, and imagine that for those full twenty seconds, my girlfriend just sat there on the floor, completely unresponsive except for the random, spastic twitches in her legs as she continued to do nothing but moan and empty an impossible amount of human fluids onto the floor, with that faraway, comatose look in her eyes. It felt like it was going to go on forever, but eventually, her elongated groan simmered out, and her twitches and spasms finally relaxed.

Without another word, Pinkie Pie collapsed.

I found myself suddenly feeling light-headed as well. As my vision started to darken, I found myself reflecting on what just happened: I had just broken the world record for the most powerful male orgasm of all time. So powerful that Pinkie Pie, the single most energetic girl on the planet, was knocked out cold from the aftermath.

"Well, that was fun," was my only thought before I too passed out where I lay.

Author's Note

If you see any errors, please point them out in the comments ASAP so I can quickly fix them for future readers. Constructive criticism is also welcome.

The only thing that I have to say about this one is that I am legitimately sorry for that comment that Pinkie made about the cover art. If you rolled your eyes at that joke, you had every right to. I honestly think that Pinkie Pie's fourth wall breaks have gotten really cliched at this point, and honestly the only reason why I typed up that line is because I wanted people to know that for the remainder of this fic, I will often be portraying the main 7 as looking very different than the cover art provided. And having Pinkie Pie just say that out loud felt like the best way to get that point across in a way that nobody would question.

Up next: The two chapters where I somehow managed to write some decent scenery and romance to go with the sex.

Lips of an Angel

Author's Note

Okay, so two things about this one chapter in particular.

In this chapter, Fluttershy's and Twilight's "Ponied-up" forms are different than they are normally portrayed in Equestria Girls. Just to be safe, I added an Alternate Universe tag to cover my bases.
This is the only chapter in this entire set where the geode is never used. But, the basic idea of this fic was to write a series of sexual experiences that you could never have with a normal girl in the normal world, and this chapter definitely has an experience like that, and that's how I justified writing it.

Edit: While writing Twilight's chapter, I suddenly remembered that Sci-Twi never canonically uses any magic other than levitation, and yet I have her perform the cloud-walking spell in this chapter because I never even realized that detail until just now. Now I'm definitely glad that I added that Alternate Universe tag.

So, to recap, the character's anatomy and abilities in this story are not consistent with the original series, and the sex in this chapter kind of goes against the premise that you may have expected. Feel free to downvote me if you want, I honestly won't blame you if you do.

Lips of an Angel

"Umm, are you still doing okay?" Fluttershy asked quietly.

"I'll be doing much better when we're on solid ground," I answered nervously.

"Solid ground?" Twilight asked, confused. "Aren't we carrying you up to a cloud for the next two hours?

"I'll be doing much better when we're on a solid cloud," I amended.

"Clouds aren't solid," Twilight argued. "This cloudwalking spell that Princess Twilight showed me will make clouds feel solid, but they're still-"

"Whatever, just put me down somewhere where I'm not a moment away from falling to my death!!" I yelled.

The three of us were hundreds of feet up into the air. Fluttershy was on my left side, Twilight Sparkle on my right. Our arms were all tightly linked as the two girls used their magic wings to lift me higher and higher into the sky. I kept my eyes fixed on the horizon the entire time, too nervous to look in any direction but straight ahead.

You see, Fluttershy wanted to go bird watching in the forest by the Everfree campgrounds. That was her idea. But it was my dumb idea to get the best bird-watching experience possible by using Equestrian magic to camp on top of a cloud the whole time. It was a decision that I was regretting further and further by the moment.

But before I could even think about backing out, we made it to our destination: A single cloud hanging high over the forest of Camp Everfree. Once we were hovering over the mass of vapors, I felt both girls let go of me. I couldn't help but yelp a little in shock as I suddenly fell. I knew that, scientifically, I should have fallen straight through the cloud, so it felt really strange when I didn't. For a brief moment, it felt like I was going to sink straight through the cumulus cloud. I felt myself briefly pass straight through the airborne particles when suddenly, the air caught me.

It was the strangest sensation I'd ever felt. Somehow, the lighter-than-air particles of water, as light and spread-out as they were, managed to hold me there. It was damp, and felt pleasantly cool in the hot summer sun above us, like a cool mist that I could just lay on top of somehow. I experimentally pressed my hand into the surface of the fluffy platform and felt actual resistance. Almost like squeezing an under-inflated balloon, it got harder to press my hand into the cloud as it went deeper and deeper until I eventually felt like I hit a soft, damp, invisible wall. The same mysterious force that kept my body from falling to earth was also keeping my hand from pressing further into it.

My thoughts were disrupted by a small little flash of light that I just barely noticed in the corner of my vision. "This feels... really weird," Fluttershy said, suddenly standing directly behind me.

I didn't even hear her land. How could I? What does it sound like when you land on air? I turned to see that the flash of light was Fluttershy's wings disappearing. I didn't even get to see what they looked like. She looked down at the cloud in mild confusion and unconsciously fiddled with the two pairs of binoculars that she had around her neck.

"It is strange," Twilight explained, standing in front of me. "But it's perfectly safe."

I turned towards the source of her voice and, for the first time, saw what a winged girl looked like.

Twilight Sparkled generally looked the same as before, with the singular exception of the set of deep, royal-purple wings that were folded behind her shoulders, resting there as if it was the most natural thing in the world, once again reminding me that there is magic from another world at play here and that Twilight was no normal girl. And neither was my girlfriend behind me.

"The cloud walking spell lasts for two hours," Twilight continued to explain to me. "I cast the spell on you at exactly 5:00, so Rainbow Dash will come by to help you down before 7:00. I told her to be here twenty minutes early, but I can't promise you she will be. But she definitely will be here at 7:00, though. I know that much."

"I sure hope she gets here," Fluttershy spoke behind me in a worried tone. I turned back to see her looking down on me with a look of motherly worry on her face.

"I'm not sure if I could get you down by myself," she continued, still looking at me. "And I don't even know what I'd do if something happened to you!"

"He'll be fine," Twilight assured her, stepping forward sympathetically to calm my nervous girlfriend. I clumsily got to my feet as well and walked over to stand by her side. "Trust me," she continued. "I've already done countless controlled experiments with this spell, and I know that Rainbow Dash will show up on time."

"He'll be safe?" Fluttershy asked with wide eyes. "Promise?"

I was standing behind her and giving her a light hug before I even knew it. I can never help myself. I might just be biased because I'm dating her, but I really do think that Fluttershy is simple the most huggable girl on the planet.

"I promise," Twilight answered with a reassuring smile.

Fluttershy looked over her shoulder and stared at me for a moment, still looking unsure.

I smiled at her and held my gaze until I started to see all of her worries slowly leave her face. Her lips curve upwards and her cheeks dimpled lightly to make more room for her rosy smile that could melt the ice caps with its warmth. I felt my arms instinctively hold her tighter as my own worries also fell away all at once with just that one look. The foreign magical elements at play; the time limit we had... All forgotten.

"Ahem," Twilight awkwardly cleared her throat, still standing in front of us. "Well, I'll leave you guys to it," she announced as she turned and walked toward the edge of the cloud. "Oh, and I charmed your binoculars, too," she said over her shoulder. "They won't fall through the clouds, either."

"Thanks, Twilight," Fluttershy said. "For everything."

"It was nothing," Twilight said, blushing. "Really, it was easy. You two have fun." And without another word, she stepped right off the cloud without a moment's hesitation. And with that, she was gone.

With the two of us left in silence for a moment, I finally started to look around and truly take in the views from our private little section of the sky.

An uncountable mass of trees stretched towards the western horizon. I knew from memory that the Everfree forest was far from the densest forest in the world, but from our vantage point, it might as well have been an impenetrable canopy of green, stretching on forever until the trees simply disappeared over the horizon, dipping away from sight. I started to slowly turn my gaze towards the left, seeing nothing but more of that solid green blanket covering seemingly everything below us. It was so vast, so all-encompassing that I barely even noticed that there were a couple of small gaps in the foliage, dotted with a few tiny structures. It all looked so small from up there, that it took me a while to even figure out what those tiny little buildings could be, standing out at a random point in the middle of the trees, as if someone had just dropped them there by mistake. It slowly started to dawn on me that I was looking down at Camp Everfree.

We had once spent an entire weekend on those grounds, and never once did the camp feel small or restricted. In fact, that was probably the most open area that I've ever spent a weekend at. It didn't feel small, at all. That is, not until I had to squint my eyes to even spot the campgrounds from our spot high up in the sky. I caught sight of the dirt road leading up to the camp and followed the path further and further north. The little dirt road started to curve and wind less and less, and the dirt started to look less like dirt and more like black asphalt. I had to study another mile of the road before I realized that it actually was black asphalt now. The change actually happened a few miles down the road, but I didn't even notice. As my eyes continued to wander lazily up the street, I saw the ocean of trees on each side of the road split apart, and give the little road some more space in order to expand into a divided two-lane highway.

The ever-present trees along the road began to slowly thin out as more roads connected to the highway. My eyes started to catch the tiniest little hints of movement as I noticed a small amount of traffic scuttling down the roads far below us. I started to notice more buildings as the traffic started to grow, along with the ever-expanding network of highways connecting to the massive freeway that started out as a tiny little dirt road. Further east of the freeway, I spotted a small city.

It took a moment for that to sink it. I could see an entire city from where we were standing. It would have probably taken me twenty minutes to drive through that city, but I could clearly every single building from this one spot. I saw the gas stations and restaurants that populated the streets close to the freeway. I saw a couple of suburbs and neighborhoods sprout up as civilization started to slowly creep its way inward. And, I saw a school, situated near the center of many of these neighborhoods. It was the largest building in miles, but it still seemed so small and modest from where we were. It was a basic red building with a small clock tower on top of the structure's domed roof, and a marble statue of a horse standing in front of the main entrance.

I did a double-take upon that last detail. I almost couldn't believe it, but I was looking down on Canterlot High. I could actually see our school from here!

It takes about forty-five minutes to drive from Canterlot High to Camp Everfree. I never thought that I would ever be able to see both of them at once. It was a truly surreal experience. As I drank in more and more of the view, I started to realize that growing up in that small school in the middle of that small city made me forget just how big the world truly was.

It was incredible. Even though I could make out details like schools and roads, it no longer felt like I was looking at individual things anymore. When I looked down, I simply saw... the world. Yes, there were streets and forests and cities, but they all started to feel so insignificant as I literally looked down upon all of it. It was all connected. It was all just tiny, inconsequential parts of a greater whole. The little details below me all started to blend together until the only thing that I could distinguish beneath us was planet earth itself.

Fluttershy was similarly stunned into silence as she took in the scenery with similarly wide eyes. I would have been more than happy to just let this moment last forever. Just the two of us, looking down upon the earth, watching its inhabitants habitually shuffle around like a million gears in a clock. Everything was just so perfect.

But unfortunately, we had a time limit.

"So, bird watching?" I quietly reminded her.

"Eep!" she actually jumped into the air in shock when my voice broke the tranquility of the moment, even though I tried my best to be quiet.

"Oh! Right!" she said, seemingly forgetting the entire reason we were up here in the first place. "Here you go," she said, slightly frazzled, and handed me a pair of binoculars. I grabbed them and tried to pull away, but she still hadn't let go of them yet.

"Wait, do you want this pair, or the other one, because it doesn't really matter to me if you want-"

"I'll take this one," I said, laughing to myself a little. "It really doesn't matter."

"Oh, okay!" She smiled and started to look through her binoculars.

She found something immediately.

"A Peregrine falcon!!" she squealed in delight. Her face lit up like a little kid finding a pile of gifts under a Christmas tree. "They have a faster diving speed than any other bird in the animal kingdom! 200 miles per hour! Ohmygosh ohmygosh!!"

The next half-hour flew by in a breeze. I sat there and watched the world moving all around me. People walking around downtown, people getting into their cars, stopping and going at the various networks of crosswalks directing the ever-flowing stream of human bodies to each one of their destinations.

At one point, I saw a man walk out of his house and decided, just for fun, to follow that one random person around and see where he goes. The man left his little house in his little neighborhood and stepped into this little sedan. He took a right out of his subdivision, stuck to one road for a while, then turn left along a road that just skimmed across the edge of downtown. Another right, then he stopped. His brake lights lit up as he slowly started to back up, angling himself into a spot on the street in order to parallel park along between two other cars. He needed to wiggle himself forwards and then backwards one more time before locking himself in, stepping out of his car, walking for half a block, then finally ducking into an electronics store.

It blew my mind to think about how, among the incomprehensible amount of people wandering around the globe with no obvious direction in site, that each and everyone one of these people were still people. That one man had a story. Maybe even a family. Why did he need to drive all the way to an electronics store? Did a new game come out that he wanted to try? Was he buying something for his kid? Did he even have a kid? Did he have several kids?

Counting the number of people walking around below us felt almost as impossible as counting every star in the night sky, but they were all still individual people that are ultimately overlooked and forgotten once you take a far enough step back and look at the world in a wider lens. It honestly made me start to really think about life. It was an experience that I honestly couldn't even put into words.

I spent thirty minutes gawking at the massive scope of the small portion of the universe beneath me, feeling small and humble.

Fluttershy spent thirty minutes watching animals. And she enjoyed every second of it. By the end of the day, she had found several species of birds, including a family of blue jays, as well as four rabbits, two deer, and an elk.

But, an unknown amount of time later, we both found ourselves laying flat on our backs and reflecting on all of the sights that we had just seen. Both pairs of binoculars were discarded long ago, sitting somewhere else on our cloudy platform. I was sprawled lazily on the cloud while Fluttershy laid as straight as an arrow with her arms folded over her chest, as she looked at nothing but the emptiness of the sky above us as the sun burned orange along the horizon to the west.

"This was a such a perfect day," Fluttershy said while smiling blissfully into the heavens. "I'm so glad that you thought of it."

"Well, the bird-watching was your idea." I corrected. "I just had the idea of doing it from a cloud. That was all."

"Well, it was a great idea," she answered.

We sat in silence for a moment until I got bored of looking at the blank sky and directed my eyes at the perfect girl lying next to me. Her starry, innocent eyes were fixed at an unknown point in space, completely oblivious to my stare as I studied her beautiful face and her long, pink hair. My eyes started to move down her neck and towards her soft, slim arms that were folded across her upper body.

And that's where my eyes froze in place.

Fluttershy had always worn loose, unassuming clothes to school each and every day. Her entire wardrobe seemed to be custom-made to be as inconspicuous as possible. I never really fell for Fluttershy because of her body. It was always her personality, her kindness, and her oh-so-charming smile that got me to fall completely head-over-heels for her. Her inconspicuous clothes, in fact, succeeded in the sense that I've never actually gotten a single hint of the shape of her body, But I never really cared. I already knew that she was perfect, even though I had never even gotten to see a very good look at her body, especially her upper body.

That is, until now.

I couldn't help but lock my eyes on the area where Fluttershy's arms were crossed. Going down her body, her chest swelled outwards considerably more than I ever imagined it would. As my gaze kept drifting down her form, my eyes studied the sudden drop in the curve of her figure where her bra kept her tits high up on her chest. Her arms were folded over the now clearly-visible dividing line between her breasts and the rest of her upper body. And, past those arms was an almost disproportionately narrow waistline. It almost seemed as if her body had an actual, physical dividing line that specifically sent all fat in her upper body to only to the sexiest part, and absolutely nowhere else. From my angle, and from Fluttershy's position, I could see some small hints that underneath the loose t-shirts she always wears, she appeared to have a body that felt almost criminal to hide under her wardrobe. Her upper body had a textbook example of an hourglass figure, at least from the side. I could only imagine what her hips and her legs looked like, but for the first time in our relationship, I started to wonder if Fluttershy's body was as perfect as her personality, without me ever knowing it.

"This really was nice," she continued, completely oblivious to fact that I was blatantly ogling her. "Seeing the whole entire forest from up here..." she paused, trying to find the right words. "I've just... I've never seen anything so... so beautiful."

"Eh," I said nonchalantly and looked back at her face. "I've seen something more beautiful than that." I just couldn't resist.

"What's that?" Fluttershy asked the sky above us.

"I'm looking at it," I answered.

"Huh?" She looked away from the sky, glanced at me, and quickly noticed that I was looking at her.

"Oh! Oh, no no no no no..." she squeaked. Her face turned bright red and she reflexively squirming away from me. "I'm not that pretty," she stuttered, laughing nervously all the while.

I don't normally care for cheesy and romantic lines like that, but I never get tired of using them on Fluttershy. She reacts the same way every time and I never get sick of it.

"Yes, you are pretty," I argued.

"No, I'm not," she giggled as she covered her face from the apparent embarrassment that my words seemed to be giving her. She even stood up and backed away a little bit, as if she was trying to physically distance herself from the compliment.

"Yes, you are," I pressed. "Why do you hide under those clothes, anyway?"

Everything was dead silent for a moment, save for the ever-present high altitude winds whistling past us. During that brief pause, I stood up and turned towards her.

"I've just noticed that you always wear very loose shirts," I continued. "And I just think that it's kinda silly to hide a figure like yours under that fabric." I still wasn't completely sure that she had a perfect figure, but the brief glimpse I saw made me feel like she had to have more than she had ever given herself credit for.

Besides, Fluttershy has always had a sinfully low level of self-esteem; so much so that I always felt a personal duty to give her some personal boosts in confidence whenever I can.

My line of questioning caused Fluttershy to pause for a moment, clearly not expecting anyone else to comment on her wardrobe.

"I just... really don't like drawing any attention to myself," she eventually answered.

"Okay, I understand," I replied, feeling a little inconsiderate for prying.

"Besides, I'm really not that much to look at," she added.

That did it. She needed a boost in self-confidence and she needed it now.

"Take off your shirt," I commanded.

"Wh-What??" Her mouth dropped open and she actually jumped backwards in shock.

"Take off your shirt," I repeated. "We're never going to be more alone than we are right now. Nobody else is going to see you. It's just you and me. And I want to see your body so I can be absolutely sure that you are wrong about how beautiful you are."

"Okay," squeaked out nervously. She actually seemed intimated by my sudden resolve. A small part of my mind realized that I had basically pressured a nervous and timid girl into stripping in front of me, and I would have felt absolutely disgusted with myself if I wasn't already convinced that I need to do this to help her feel more empowered.

She started to pull her shirt up. I only got the briefest glance at her navel before I decided to turn away from her for dramatic effect, deciding to turn around once she had told me that her shirt was off. I heart a little shuffle of fabric as she finished removing her top. Then, I heard nothing for a moment. I could only guess that, while my back was turned, she was about to change her mind.

When she spoke up, it was in the quietest, most fragile voice that I had ever heard, even for Fluttershy.

"It's off," was all she said. "Oh!" she exclaimed, suddenly sounding very surprised by something. "My shirt just fell right through the cloud!"

"Makes sense," I said, still turned away from her. "You can stand on clouds, but Twilight never said that your clothes would be affected." I couldn't think of anything else to add to that, so I simply said, "I'm going to turn around now."

She didn't make a sound as I started to turn towards her. But before I could face her completely, I thought of one more thing that I wanted to see.

"This might sound dumb," I said. "But... can I see your wings?"

For a moment, I heard nothing and saw nothing. Then, without a single spoken word, I saw a small flash of light out of the corner of my eye. I could only assume that her wings were once again out in the open. I stood there for another brief moment, waiting for some sort of acknowledgement from my girlfriend, but got none. In fact, I didn't hear a peep out of her since she dropped her shirt through the clouds. I started to wonder if she was feeling too scared to speak.

I quickly realized how that was probably exactly what was happening. The shyest and most timid girl in school just removed her shirt and was now waiting for me to turn around and stare at her. She must have been petrified.

So, not wasting any more time, I turned around to face her properly.

Suddenly, I found myself unable to speak, as well. But, for an entirely different reason.

When I first turned around, I started by looking her in the eyes, but my line of sight quickly scrolled down past her face, past her neck, and over the pair of round, smooth shoulders forming its way downward into two slender arms that were locked nervously behind a body that was perfect in almost every way.

Past her neck, her slim body swelled outwards ever-so-slightly. Perched high up on this concave portion of her chest sat two large, round breasts that were covered up almost entirely by a light pink bra that was on tighter than it needed to be, resulting in the size and shapes of her private growths leaving absolutely no room for the imagination as the soft fabric of her undershirt stretched outwards trying to keep her mounds pressed up against her generous chest, ballooning inward to reveal a deep valley of cleavage the likes of which I had never seen before.

When I finally managed to tear my eyes away from her chest, they explored further down her body. Beyond her breasts, my eyesight confirmed the curvature that I thought I saw earlier. Once my eyes reached the bottom of her bra, the rest of her body went from round and curvy to smooth and flat in an instant. It looked almost unnatural, as if someone had photoshopped someone else's tits onto a much smaller girl, and the instant the breasts ended, her body instantly went back to being smooth and flat, rather than have a natural curve connecting her chest to her navel.

But this wasn't a doctored photo. It wasn't plastic surgery. It was real. And now that I was staring at her straight-on, I could see that her body was just as unbelievable from the front as it was from the side. Unlike her breasts connecting to the rest of her body, the rest of her curves were perfectly natural. From her slightly wider chest, her upper body caved slowly inward to form a more smooth and narrow naval. From her midriff, her body slowly curved back outwards again, forming a set of shapely hips that were just as wide as her chest, completing the perfect hourglass figure before being blocked by a pair of loose jeans that started to hang off her limbs and forcing me to leave her thighs to my imagination.

I imagined that they could only be perfect.

But before I could be disappointed by the obstruction, I looked back up to study one more thing: The set of wings folded tightly behind her back.

I had always heard that Twilight's, Fluttershy's, and Rainbow's wings were the same color as their skin and that they were only about half the length of their arm spans.

Apparently, I heard wrong.

The pair of wings I saw was absolutely magnificent. They were a slightly darker color than her skin, appearing as a natural dirty yellow that that would look perfectly natural on an everyday bird as well as looking perfectly natural attached to her frame. They reached outwards, slightly wider than her shoulders, even while they were folded downwards. So, downwards my vision drifted as I became completely mesmerized by broad and majestic wings that were curled almost imposingly behind her body.

Layers upon layers of soft yellow feathers stuck slightly outward, covering up the next layer of plumage that would grow underneath it in a perfectly natural network. Even though common sense tells me that humans don't have wings, hers looked like they belonged there. They were beautiful, significantly large than I thought they would be, and they were hidden from my sight for so long, just like the rest of her magnificent body. Her two additional limbs were folded rigidly behind her back, perfectly mirroring the rest of her body language as she continued to stand there motionless, her face growing redder by the second.

My legs started to move forward before I gave them direction, walking naturally along the mysterious surface of the cloud mass that I had normally struggled to gain footing on until now. Fluttershy's face snapped back up at the sign of movement. I could see her huge eyes staring at me in anticipation as I drew closer and closer. She remained rooted to the spot like a deer in a pair of headlights as I stepped closer and closer to her until my face was mere inches away from hers.

Her wide, terrified eyes locked with mine, and at that moment, they didn't seem physically capable of moving away. If I hadn't known better, I would have assumed that she was under trial, staring hopelessly at a man in a black robe who was about to decide if she was about to be sentenced to death or not. I would have never guessed that a woman like her was waiting in terror for me to tell her that she wasn't pretty.

But I couldn't tell her anything for a moment. I just couldn't find any words as I gazed upon her soft, vulnerable face that looked back at me with an increasing sense of dread and hopelessness as the orange light of the setting sun behind her filtered in slowly through her flowing hair that blew slightly in the wind that flowed freely up high in the sky.

The longer I sat in silence, the more her face began to slowly contort with fear, looking for all the world like she was about to cry.

It was exactly what I needed to find my voice.

"You look like an angel," I told her. My voice couldn't help but waver at her presence; my words came out so quietly that she would have never heard what I told her if our faces weren't nearly touching in that moment.

But she definitely heard me.

Her falling face froze completely upon hearing my words before slowly twisting into a look of absolute shock as her eyes grew misty and confused.

"No, I'm not," she whimpered so quietly that I barely heard her.

"You are an angel," I firmly amended, slowly finding my voice again. "Any man on the planet would call you one just by your character alone. You are selfless and gentle; you are a literal embodiment of kindness. You have the personality that most men only dream of."

"S-stop," she whimpered. Her eyes and teeth clenched tightly as if she was just struck in the face and trying desperately to hold back tears.

"And you look like an angel, too," I affirmed. "Your body is as gorgeous as the angels you would see in the paintings. Every part of you is so desirable, that if you had fallen from the sky with those magnificent wings, I would have believed, with every fiber of my being, that you must have fallen from heaven... That... is how beautiful you are."

I heard a soft, almost pitiful whimper escape her lips as she opened her eyes again, looking at me anxiously, searching for some sign that I wasn't serious. I stared back at her and didn't change my expression in the slightest, letting her know without another word, that I meant everything I said.

As the sincerity of my words started to sink in, her face slowly collapsed into a miasma of many different emotions. Her breathing grew shallower and shallower until it started to sound like she was repeatedly gasping for air instead of properly breathing. Finally, the moisture in her eyes built up until both dams simultaneously broke, allowing a single tear to slide down each side of her face.

My arms were around her before I even knew it. I held one hand behind her back, just below the area where her wings sprouted from, while the other hand gently cradled her head towards my shoulder as she actually started to cry.

I'm not sure how long I stood there with her sobbing face buried into my shoulder. It was just a haze of self-loathing, insecurity, and other diseases slowly being purged from her soul as she did nothing but whimper quietly into my shoulder. Again, I'm not sure how long it lasted. I can't recall when she stopped. I almost didn't notice when, eventually, Fluttershy's head gently resisted my hand. I pulled away and put both hands behind her back as she drew her face back far enough to look directly into mine. There were no signs of any of the previous tears as she beamed a truly happy, grateful smile at me. At that moment, I once again felt that truly weightless feeling that only she could give me. There is absolutely nothing in the known universe could ever make me more happy than the simple act of making her happy.

Then, without any warning, she locked her mouth tightly around mine and gave me the most firm and passionate kiss that I had ever felt from her.

I was caught completely off-guard by this sudden display of affection from her. Not because we haven't kissed before, but because I almost always kissed her, never the other way around. She never truly had the confidence to initiate our make-out sessions, even though we've been dating for months.

I quickly got over my surprise and returned the kiss, however. There was a truly surprising amount of force being pressed against my mouth, as well as my back as she fiercely squeezed my body into hers. I suddenly felt the need to catch up, wrestling my tongue with hers as I put more force into embracing her back. She started to subtly grind her body against mine as she somehow found a way to kiss me even more deeply.

Once my mind had finished processing the pleasant surprise of the moment, I started to understand what was happening. Without a single spoken word, Fluttershy was sending me all of her emotions and feelings at once. As she continued her romantic assault, I started to understand that she was trying desperately to convey her love and gratitude towards me with actions rather than words.

As if to confirm my suspicions, she pulled her mouth away from mine for a brief moment, before simply saying "Thank you" and returned to smothering me with passion. I responded by falling forwards, intent on taking her down with me. Her wings instinctively spread out to their full wingspan as we both flopped back onto the cloud, without our mouths ever breaking contact. Her massive angel wings were spread out comfortably flat across the surface of the cloud as we continued to make out and wrap ourselves around each other, writhing around in the dreamlike white fluff.

Between our sloppy kisses, my eyes occasionally wandered over to her wings, her incredible cleavage and her sexy midriff. As her body continued to rub against mine, I couldn't stop myself from becoming erect. I started to feel a rapidly growing desire to see more of that body. To be able to touch that body all over.

I started to seriously consider it. If I tried to go all the way, it would be guaranteed to either make this the single greatest day Fluttershy has ever had if she said "Yes," or completely kill this entire romantic moment in an instant if she said "No." But, I desperately wanted her. And, it might be good for her, too. I already told her that she looks beautiful. Perhaps it was time that I made her feel beautiful, too.

I separated my lips from hers. She instantly lunged back up to meet them again, but I put a hand on her chest and gently pushed her away, much to her obvious disappointment.

"Fluttershy, there's something that I've always wanted to do," I said simply, my mind already made up. "And I think you want to do it, too."

Her look of disappointment quickly switched to one of innocent curiosity. "What is it?" she asked.

I thought for a moment about how to phrase my desires diplomatically so that I wouldn't scare her away. "You'll see," was my response instead. "However," I continued, quickly changing my tone-of-voice to a more serious one. "You're going to need to be assertive while we do this. If, at any time, I start doing something you don't want me to do, just say 'No.' Don't even think about the consequences. Don't think about what I'll think of you for saying it. If you feel uncomfortable at any moment, promise me you'll say so."

"O...kay?" she responded, visibly taken aback by my sudden lecture.

"That's not good enough. Be assertive, 'Shy. Say it like you mean it. Promise me!"

"Okay, okay!" she nodded her head. "I promise I'll tell you to stop if I'm not comfortable," she said resolutely.

"Perfect," I smiled.

"What are we going to do?" she asked, still confused.

I leaned away from her and removed both of her sandals, leaving only her bare feet underneath.

"I'm going to get rid of these for now, but we'll find them later," I said. "Is that okay?"

"Um, sure?" she answered. I dropped her shoes through the cloud and watched them fall through what was otherwise a solid surface, instantly disappearing into the white, misty void and beyond. Fluttershy simply looked on, still not understanding what I was getting at.

Until that is, I took off my shirt.

"Oh," her eyes widened in understanding. "Oh!"

I tossed my shirt to the side, watching it fall through and not even caring where it would land. "Remember," I reminded her. "Just say 'No.'" Then I unbuttoned her pants.

She didn't respond as her face started to glow red again. Her breathing suddenly became heavy, like she had just run a marathon. But she didn't say "No."

Once I got the buttons undone, I unzipped her denim jeans to reveal a pair of light pink panties that matched her bra. She continued to pant erratically as I slowly moved her pants down her legs, noticing that her thighs were, in fact, as perfect as I knew they would be. They were just the right amount of thickness, but they still slowly curved inward as I dragged her clothes further down her smooth legs, past her knees, and finally, off of her completely.

I held the pants off to the side, indicating to her that I was about to drop them. I wasn't expecting a response from her. She just seemed too shocked by what was transpiring to give me one.

But then, to my shock, she nodded. She actually, truly gave me acknowledgment that she wanted to do this. The smile on my face was somehow both proud and predatory at the same time, as I was genuinely happy that she was displaying this level of confidence, and I was also genuinely eager for what was about to happen.

I practically threw her jeans down through the cloud. Then, I stood up and slipped my feet out of my shoes. It was a little odd to watch them simply slide off of my feet and fall through the floor I was standing on, but I was too excited to let it bother me too much. I removed my socks and dropped them through, as well. And then, I watched Fluttershy's already wide eyes grow to the size of saucers as I finally took off my own pants, allowing them to fall down to my ankles, and then past them, free-falling alone with all of our other clothes except for my boxers, her panties, and her brassiere.

She seemed to be almost holding her breath as I stared down upon her body in all of its uncovered splendor. Then, I slowly approached her angelic form and sat down lightly on her thighs. I reached underneath her back and pulled her towards me, sitting her up straight in order to face me. Her face still did nothing to betray her nervousness, but I couldn't help but notice that it was a different kind of nervousness than what I was used to seeing from her. She looked nervous, but also excited. I could tell by the look on her face that this must have been her first time. I couldn't help but find it both funny and adorable how one of the most gorgeous bombshells of a woman that I have ever had never gotten around to having sex before, despite the fact that any sane man in the world would be more than happy to pop her cherry.

I realized that I was truly, deeply honored to be the man to do it as I reached around her back and removed her bra. She gasped lightly in shock as it fell between us, still seemingly surprised that all of this was really happening.

I nearly gasped in shock as well when the garment fell. As soon as the bra left her body, two perfect orbs of flesh seemed to puff outwards, finally freed from the prison that was holding them in tightly in order to try and hide their size. Her naked breasts burst free, expanding to their full size and drooping only slightly, bouncing almost imperceptibly on her chest. Her large, round tits barely sagged at all. Despite their considerable weight, they stood proudly on her chest and seemed to bloat outwards. The two bits of womanly beauty was finally punctuated by a hard, engorged nipple in the center of each one.

I studied her chest so closely, that I noticed a complete lack of expanding and contracting as she was unconsciously holding her breath. I looked up at her face and saw her completely frozen with anticipation.

"Well, better not keep her waiting any longer," I decided. I then wrapped my left arm around her back, wrapped my lips around her left nipple, and began to suck.

Her breath returned in a single, sharp intake of air as she gasped in shock. The sudden contact made her violently jolt in pleasure against the impossibly plush surface we were sitting atop of. My tongue poked and prodded at the softest part of her body until it found her erect nipple, then pressed tightly against that spot.

She squeaked in both shock and ecstasy as my mouth opened as wide as it could, trying utterly in vain to engulf her entire breast. Then, I circled my lips tightly around where I knew the center of it was and began to firmly drag my face across it, locking tightly onto different areas of her breast as my tongue continued to play with its dark center. My right hand joined the action by grabbing onto her right breast and firmly kneading it.

She eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets as she moaned along with my rhythm, all nervous butterflies long gone as her cries of pleasure increased in both frequency and intensity, moaning out loud into the cool, open air. I took my mouth off of her left nipple and put my left hand there instead, squeezing and groping both of her breasts in circular motions as my mouth cut off her screams of delight with an aggressive kiss. I leaned forward, and let gravity take over as I fell on top of her.

My tongue continued to assault her mouth and my hands continued to assault her mounds at random intervals, putting more pressure on them each time and enjoying the feeling of my fingers sinking further and further into her abundant chest. But I certainly didn't enjoy the sensation as much as she did, judging by her continuing to moan and groan into my mouth, louder and louder until we finally hit the point where I was convinced that I couldn't give her anything more in this position.

So, I let go of her breasts and pulled away from her mouth for a moment. Both of us were frantically trying to catch our breaths as I scooted further down her body and removed her underwear. I wasn't even remotely surprised to find a vagina that was just as appealing as the rest of her body. It was soft, wet, and very, very eager for the final course.

I stood up and let my trousers drop out of the sky. Fluttershy looked at my naked penis and, once again, began to breathe heavily with anticipation. I knelt down on top of her and leaned over, bracing my arms against the solid, invisible floor that our two naked bodies were lying on as my face loomed over hers.

She looked nervous but ready. But still, just to be sure...

"Okay Fluttershy," I told her as my face hung over hers. "I'm not going to go any further until you tell me that you want this."

Her eyes darted around briefly, as if she was looking for an answer to my question. Then, her eyes locked with mine for a second or two, before telling me "Yes, I want this."

"Okay, Fluttershy. I'm going to ask you one more time. This is your last chance. Are you absolutely sure?"

"Yes," she answered, without hesitation this time. "I'm sure."

My only response was to nod my head and poke the tip of my penis at her entrance. She gave off a sharp intake of breath and fixed me with a pleading look. I moved away and then entered her properly, feeling her warm, wet insides around the tip of my dick as she groaned and shuttered at the sensation. I pulled back out again and picked my hands up off of the surface of the cloud and returned them to their positions around Fluttershy's breasts, fondling them once more as I thrust myself in, slightly deeper this time, until my cock was about halfway inside of her. Her thighs clenched lightly as she started to pant. My ministrations on her breasts increased in intensity as I pulled back out and entered her even deeper. She moaned once more and started to pant as she felt myself almost fully inside of her now. I let myself slip outside of her once again.

Then, I sunk my fingers into her mounds as deeply as I could and violently plunged myself in as hard as I could. I couldn't help by groan in pleasure, myself as my dick buried itself all the way into her love canal and rammed aggressively against the gooey wall at the very end of the cave.

Fluttershy screamed. Her entire body clenched tightly, including her vagina, which constricted itself even more tightly around my throbbing penis than ever before. I still played with her tits, squishing my fingers deep into her flesh as I pulled all the way out and thrust myself in again, sinking all the way inside of her as both of our bodies sank deeply into the soft and bouncy cloud that no luxury mattress could ever replicate, before bouncing both of us back up, causing me to slip slightly out of her. I quickly pulled out again and plunged myself back in, once again pushing her down into the white fluff, and once again bouncing back up. But this time, as we bounced upward, I slipped out of her, and timed my entrance so that I thrust myself back in as she was sinking back down into the cloud again, using her momentum to push her down even farther, then bouncing up even higher, then pushing her down farther, then bouncing back with enough force for us to actually go airborne for just a moment, before quickly free-falling back down, just in time for me to ram into her again, driving her even deeper into the translucent mass of air.

We bounced on that cloud, higher and higher, but never fell hard enough for it to ever be painful, as the impossible substance always seemed to be soft enough for us to comfortably sink in, but firm enough for me to enjoy the indescribable feeling of shoving myself into her inner wall, again and again, harder and harder.

Our cries of passion grew louder and wilder. My vision started to blur as my senses were quickly overwhelmed by our coitus; our cries of ecstasy were continuously snatched out of the air and carried away on the warm winds that flowed freely through the open air with no obstructions. My body pushed itself all the way into hers, and her body pressed itself all the way into the damp, soft, firm vapors of the white cloud, only to shoot us back up again, then down again. I pushed myself inside of her harder and harder, reveling in the indescribable sensations of making love to a winged angel, miles above the rest of civilization, all alone on our own private part of the skies.

I kept thrusting, kept bouncing, kept focusing on the feelings of her all around me, again and again, until, all too soon, I felt myself shoot my load. I quickly grabbed onto her ass and hugged it tightly to my groin as I emptied myself inside of her. Her arms clamped tightly around me, and her legs clamped tightly around my ass as I pumped my seed as far into her as it could possibly go. She let out one final scream of pleasure, this one louder and longer than all the others as I felt her warm fluids run up my shaft. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as we pressed ourselves into each other as if trying to will ourselves to squeeze out as much as we possibly could.

Once I had shot out the last bit of cum that I could muster, I eased up on my grip around her and fell limply into her soft body. She also dropped like a rag doll, and we both spent a solid minute doing nothing more than lay there and desperately try to catch our breaths. As our breathing eventually slowed down and the skies became silent once more, we just laid there for a while, both of us naked, my hands playing lazily with the feathers of her outstretched wings, and my now limp penis keeping itself warm and comfortable by remaining inside of her body the whole time. Both of us closed our eyes and struggled to find any words to adequately describe how we felt in that wonderfully hazy moment.

"That was amazing," Fluttershy eventually cooed, breaking the silence at last.

"Yes, it was," I instantly responded, opening my eyes to the sight of the most perfect smile achievable my humankind being directed my way. "Who's the most beautiful girl in the world?" I asked her.

Correction: That was the most perfect smile achievable by humankind. Her lips curved up even further and she answered "I am," before producing a heavenly giggle. I felt truly overwhelmed by a sense of pure joy, not just because of her answer, but because of the fact that when she said those two words, she truly believed it.

I can say with absolute certainty that neither of us has ever felt that blissfully happy ever before, or since. I desperately wanted to slow down time and let it last just a little bit longer, but...

"You should probably fly down and get our clothes back," I droned.

"Here they are!" Rainbow Dash's voice called out beneath us as a cyan-colored hand shot through the cloud, holding a pair of boxers, a pair of panties, and a bra.

"AAAAAAEEEEEEIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!"

"You guys got twenty minutes left. Do you want these back, or are you two not done banging yet?"

...

"Hello?"

...

"...You guys still there?"

...

"Do you two want me to come up there and join you??"

"NO!!"

Rolling in the Deep

"That may have been the single greatest seafood buffet I have ever had," Rarity said happily as the two of us strolled down a crowded beach.

"I think that I'll never be able to fully enjoy shrimp again after eating there," I agreed.

"Mm-hmm," she cooed. "I feel like I may have splurged a little," she said, frowning slightly. "I'm going to need to watch what I eat for the rest of this vacation to make up for it."

"You know that you're not overweight," I chided.

"And you know that I want to keep it that way," she huffed, making it clear that this was not up for discussion.

The two of us stepped through the soft, warm sand of the tropical beach, weaving our way through umbrellas, beach towels, sun-tanners, coolers, and dozens upon dozens of people in all shapes, sizes, and ages. There were children, each trying to build the biggest sand castle on the beach. There were older couples, sitting under the shade of their umbrellas and relaxing. There were younger couples, lying face-down on beach towels, working on getting an even tan and chatting lazily about just how serene everything was. Almost everyone present was wearing some sort of swimwear in order to enjoy both the hot sun and the cool ocean water, the two of us included. I was wearing an ordinary pair of navy-blue swim trunks, with some minor details of bluish-gray designs all around them.

But, I can confidently say that not a single person, man or woman, even noticed my existence as the single hottest girl in my entire school strutted through the sand next to me, wearing nothing but and a jet-black, two-piece bikini and a blue rock around her neck. I couldn't even adequately describe what the swimwear looked like on Rarity, only chancing brief glimpses of her body the entire time she had it on, desperately trying to make sure I wasn't caught staring. Rarity was never a stranger to having men drool over her figure, and she had gotten very good at catching them in the act, no matter how quick or subtle they tried to be.

Rarity had unsurprisingly gone through several boyfriends before we met in Drama Club. And from the stories she's told me, I seem to be the first one that she's ever had that actually cared about her hobbies, interests, and anything else that didn't involve getting in her pants. I supposed that, in some twisted way, having beauty on Rarity's level must have been both a blessing and a curse. She's never had any shortage of boys who wanted her, but it was always hard to find boys who wanted to know her. "Their loss," I always said, but admittedly, I wasn't immune to her beauty either. No straight man ever could be. But, even though I desired her body as much as the next guy, I never let it show, always responding to her classy lady-like presence with my best attempt at being a perfect gentleman.

As we walked down the beach, I started to realize just how rare a proper gentleman was. In the brief time that the two of us had walked along the sand, no less than seven men visibly turned their heads at the sight of the woman walking beside me. And as I glanced around at the various bodies populating the coastline, I noticed two men in particularly that were eyeing her with even less subtlety than any of the others.

Normally I get annoyed when I catch men eyeing up my girl like she was a sack of meat, but I think that the overall feel-good environment of the postcard-worthy shoreline we were walking along has rubbed off on me by now, so I felt like messing with these two, just a little bit. I stared back at them, and, without breaking either of our strides, I put my arm around Rarity's shoulder and pulled her next to me as we continued walking. The two men that were staring at her suddenly looked towards the man squeezing her, and our eyes locked.

I couldn't help but flash them the mother of all smug grins, basically telling them, "Yeah, I can't blame you for staring. But, she's mine."

One of them looked away, clearly embarrassed at being caught, while the other stranger smiled back and nodded to me in genuine respect, before they both turn away and began their quest to find the second hottest woman on the beach.

"It really is gorgeous out here," Rarity sighed, bringing me back to reality. "This was definitely worth the trip."

"It is nice," I agreed, eyeing the waves of the ocean, already imagining the feeling of diving into the deep blue. Rarity started to pull me lightly over to the side, walking us along the ocean, rather than towards it, probably in an attempt to find a more open spot in the water.

Sure enough, the two of us walked further and further down the sand; further and further away from the clusters of people. We just kept up our long walk on the beach in relative silence, until I eventually looked around and saw nobody else around. We were all alone.

"Rare, where are we going?" I finally asked.

"Nowhere," she answered. "Because we're already here: Rainbow Reef!"

I hadn't even noticed anything unusual or special about where we were, at first. But upon looking around a bit more closely, I could see that we had, indeed walked into a tourist attraction. The ocean to our right looked absolutely no different than it had for the past mile, but along the beach we eventually came upon a large wooden building with a sign labeled Rainbow Reef Scuba Diving, with their prices and hours listed in smaller print below. There didn't seem to be any lights on in the building, I noted. Right next to the structure, stretching out slightly into the sea, was a well-kept boardwalk with a stainless steel ladder dropping into the water on each side of the pier.

"I don't think they're open, Rarity," I said glumly, turning back towards the dark building again.

"No, they're closed on Tuesdays," she responded matter-of-factly. "And they strongly discourage anybody from swimming around here without a tour guide, what with all the sharp coral and a couple of species that have some nasty teeth."

"Oh. Well, why are we here, then?" I asked, confused.

"Because," Rarity announced proudly. "I have a foolproof way of making sure we can go down there more safely and comfortably than we ever could with any measly tour guide!"

I recognized the confident tone in her voice; she had a plan, all right.

"Besides," she turned back to me. "Since they're closed, nobody will disturb us down there," she purred as she headed over towards the boardwalk.

I nearly fell over from hearing those words, as well as the tone with which she spoke them.

"Don't do anything stupid," I reminded myself. "She didn't mean it like that."

"Well, what's the plan?" I asked out loud before my mind could wander to any dirtier places.

"Just follow me," she answered mysteriously as she climbed up a few wooden steps up to the platform. Since she was in front of me, and a few steps above me, there was a brief moment where my line of sight was level with Rarity's butt. My eyes were magnetically drawn to her supple, round bottom that was perfectly moulded within the thin, black fabric of her bikini bottom. As she walked down the pier like a model would walk down a runway, her hips swayed left and right hypnotically, daring me to reach out and grab hold of the firm set of cushions-

I noticed with a start that I was actually staring now and quickly looked down at the stairs, pretending to watch my step as I climbed up, a smile spreading on my face as the shape of her sacred waist stayed in my mind. I made it to the top of the dock and walked in single file behind her, glancing at the back of her head and seeing no sign to indicate that she noticed me staring at her ass.

We walked in brief silence to the end of the platform. When we reached the end, I stood by her side as we both looked out into the endless horizon stretching in every direction except directly behind us. As my vision floated down the waves and closer to our position, the harsh reflections of the bright summer sun above us thinned out, giving a progressively better view of what laid below.

Underneath the surface of the water was a chaotic rainbow of colorful coral. It was like looking into a moving kaleidoscope without any patterns or symmetry; random colors flashed in my vision for one moment and disappeared the next as the subtle waves of the unnaturally clear water beneath us continued to tease my vision, only letting me know that there was life down there, but leaving me to guess the shapes and sizes of the organisms beneath the rippling sheet of rolling water.

"So, what's your flawless plan of getting down there again?" I asked, eager to get a better look.

"I thought you'd never ask," she smirked back to me.

Rarity extended her arm out to the water directly below us and outstretched her hand. The blue geode began to glow as blue light radiated from her fingertips. A sheet of diamonds materialized beneath the area she pointed to, growing steadily outward as her hand commanded the matter to appear out of nothing before her, breaking all known laws of science and making it look like the most natural thing in the world to her.

The glow in her hand faded, but the glow around her neck remained as the crystallized platform finished forming, maintaining the shape of a huge circle with about a twenty foot long radius. Rarity jumped down to her magically-constructed raft without a moment's hesitation. The diamond platform didn't shift a single inch under her as she landed gracefully on the floating platform and gave a playful twirl.

"All aboard the S.S. Rarity!!" she sang.

I still wasn't sure how this raft was going to get us safely down to the ocean floor, but I jumped down as well. Even after Rarity demonstrated how solid her construction was, I still expected the thin sheet of material to tip a little as I dropped on top of it. But, it once again proved to be surprisingly sturdy, not even dipping an inch into the water that it was magically suspended on top of.

"Welcome aboard!" Rarity beamed, raising her hand, glowing blue once again. Her magic raft lurched slightly below me and began to move away from shore. I made my way towards the center where Rarity stood, guiding us across the water without any visible means of doing so. Once we had drifted about fifty yards from the dock, the raft slowed to a stop. I turned to Rarity, looking for an answer. She said nothing and raised her luminescent hand once again. A wall of clear, light blue diamonds began to build its way up around the entire circumference of the platform. Then, the walls curved inward, forming over our heads and eventually fusing together over where we were standing. I never noticed how strong and noisy the ocean winds were until they dramatically hushed as Rarity's structure completed itself, sealing both of us inside a silent dome of see-through crystals.

"Wow," was the only thing that I could say as I admired the pristine structure that she had constructed out of casual thought in mere seconds.

"I've been practicing," she said simply, as if the impossible feat I witnessed was just a casual party trick for her. "And... Going down!"

"Huh?"

Suddenly, our translucent dome started to sink. The water rose higher and higher along the glass-like walls around us as we started to dive into the sea.

"Are you sure this is safe?" I asked, trying to hide the sense of panic that was rising as fast as the liquid around us.

"Oh darling, you wound me," Rarity responded, theatrically putting her free hand over her heart. "Do you really think that I would let anything happen to you?" she pouted, batting her eyes at me.

I can never argue against her when she makes that face, and she knows it. After I tried and utterly failed to come up with a rebuttal to her words, she turned away from me, trying to hide the victorious grin plastered on her face.

I looked up and saw the ocean water collect around the top of our aquatic dome and converge completely around it, fully submerging us once and for all. I wouldn't have even noticed it happen if I hadn't seen it. Nothing sounded different; nothing felt any different than before as we sank harmlessly into the water, smoother than any man-made submersible could ever dream of. I turned back to Rarity, waiting for her to give me her best "I told you so" look.

I was not disappointed when she turned back to me and fixed me with a look that could best be described as a physical manifestation of bottomless self-empowerment. Her thick mascara hovered above a pair of half-lidded eyes that had an almost mischievous glint in them as she smoothly flashed me a smug, crooked smile, before topping the image off by casually waving her glowing hand, gesturing at the most covetable view of the ocean floor imaginable, and knowing fully well that she was the only human on the planet with the ability to bring me to a place with this level of beauty.

It's funny how most men don't like being proven wrong about anything, and yet I actually enjoy watching Rarity get the better of me. The already unfathomable level of grace and self-confidence that she carries herself with on a daily basis somehow finds a way to grow even stronger during those brief moments when she proves herself right about something. The level of raw strength and self-empowerment that emanates from her figure during those moments is enough to make a man simultaneously desire her more than life itself, yet also make him feel like a truly inferior being that doesn't deserve to be in her presence.

When Rarity proves her superiority over someone else, she looks drop-dead sexy beyond what any words are capable of expressing.

Luckily, before my stare got too awkward, the wavy form of a small eel floating in the water behind her managed to draw my eyes away from beauty incarnate, reminding me of the once-in-a-lifetime vantage point that Rarity had dropped us into. Rarity followed my vision to the the aquatic creature, and we both turned towards the clear wall that it was floating behind. Together, we approached the glass-like wall in front of us. And together, our breaths were completely taken away.

From sea level, this section of the ocean looked no different than any other area around. For a couple of yards, the shoreline gradually dipped downwards, the sands of the beaches slowly receding into the sea. But, after a certainly point about forty yards from the shore, a sharp drop-off of rock opened up a ravine that was indescribably large, in terms of both width and depth.

Along the walls of the trench, random outcroppings of rock jutted out along the face of the subterranean cliffside. The surface area of the underwater shelves ranged wildly in size; some of them didn't have enough space to plant your foot onto it, while others were as large as a king-sized bed. The terrain was completely wild, with no apparently pattern, neither on the ocean floor, nor the staggering level of verticality on the ravine.

And, covering every inch of that ravine, at every altitude, was an otherworldly underwater kingdom that must have been ripped straight out of a beautiful fairy tale.

Every underwater outcropping was coated with different species of flora, urchins, and anemone. Species of coral sprouted along the ocean floor in every color imaginable, appearing to almost glow in various shades of red, orange, lavender, and every other color in the visible spectrum. Weaving between the dormant ocean life was a beautifully chaotic mob of fish, eels, sea cucumbers, and everything in between. Some of the organisms lazily drifting their way through the currents, while others zipped and darted through the open sea with a level of speed and dexterity that mankind could never even hope to achieve.

The dim glow of Rarity's necklace shined faintly on the glass, subtly reflecting our starry-eyed faces as we silently studied the underwater ecosystem with childlike wonder. As Rarity's crystal submersible continued to descend upon the ecosystem, my eyes ping-ponged around as the details of the wildlife drew into focus. I could see a flounder drifting through the currents over here, a clown fish hiding in the anemone there, a lobster skittering across the ocean floor over there; the details were impossible to count among the hectic traffic of the coral reef.

Rarity began the process of landing her diamond watercraft in a large space between all of the coral and the seaweed. Doing so was simple enough, considering that the floor was just as see-through as all of the walls. Eventually, we finished our descent, sinking lightly into the soft sand on the ocean floor. A school of minnows flew towards our location at high speed, then swerved around our airtight bubble as one body, gliding mere inches away from the rocky surface, before returning their straight flight towards their destination.

The sheer scope of the reef was only magnified once we were sitting at the bottom of it. There were some schools of fish drifting through the open water, but much of the ocean life congregated around the plant life; plant life that not only rested around our position, but also loomed over our heads, flourishing along the walls of the trench that now endlessly stretched upwards on all sides, dotted with life all along the upwards climb of the ravine.

"You know, when you work in fashion," Rarity's voice wavered, barely above a whisper, "you learn many, many different ways to describe beauty; whether something looks 'elegant', or 'vibrant', or 'sharp'; I know of over a dozen different ways to describe something amazing, in a way that anybody could understand.

"But this... There are... just... no words."

Rarity was once again correct; I had no words to add to hers.

It was fascinating to think about how this dreamlike environment was just an average home for all of the species that populated it. Creatures of all shapes and sizes cut through the water as effortlessly as birds cut through the skies. The way the fished moved around made the clear, cool water looked absolutely tantalizing, stretching endlessly just outside of the humid warmth of our glass bubble.

"It's starting to get a little stuffy in here," Rarity broke the silence, fanning herself with her hand.

"Yeah, I just noticed that," I honestly replied. I was so distracted by the scenery around us, that I was only just starting to realize how uncomfortably warm it was getting. I suppose that our combine body heats, and our warm breaths had no where to go, and it started to catch up to us.

I looked back out at the water again, eyeing the life around me with a small twinge of jealousy as I wanted nothing more than to go swimming at that moment.

"I have an idea," Rarity suddenly announced next to me with a broad smile. "I can get rid of this dome for a minute, if you want. Do you want to go swimming?"

"W-what?" I sputtered. "We're hundreds of feet below the surface, we'll die!"

"No no no no no," Rarity cut me off, frantically shaking her head. "It'll only be a few seconds. Just stay close to me, and I'll put us back inside of another shield, okay?"

I turned away for a moment and mulled it over in my head, thinking of all the different ways that this could end badly. Suddenly, Rarity's hand gently cupped itself around my chin and gently pulled me back towards her. I offered no resistance; in fact, I turned back towards her as she stepped even closer to me, our faces were less than an inch apart now, as her soft hand cradled my jaw.

Her sharp, deep-blue eyes gazed softly into my own as a warm smile blossomed on her face. "We'll be fine," she said, sympathetically, yet firmly. "Just... trust me...?" her voice trailed off demurely.

Even if Rarity's irresistible charm hadn't already won me over ten-fold, the downright fragile tone of her voice when she practically begged me to "trust her," was just too much for me to handle. At that moment, I would have swam through a family of sharks for her.

"Okay, I trust you." I answered firmly back.

Rarity only nodded in response and, before I even knew what was happening, she wrapped her arms around me hugged me tightly. "Hold on and take a deep breath," she commanded. "On three?"

"Oh, um, sure," I stammered, barely even registering her words, seeing as I was too preoccupied by the smooth, soft contours of her body enveloping me. Her silky smooth midriff rubbed against my body and the velvety black cloth of her bikini top teased my upper body, barring me from feeling the flesh of her most desirable parts, while leaving plenty to my imagination as my chest sank deeper into hers than I ever expected it to.

"One," Rarity began to count, bringing me back to reality.

"Two..." I took the deepest breath I possible could.

"Three!" Rarity also took the deepest breath she possibly could. And then, the blue light from her necklace instantaneously went out like a light switch.

The entire structure around us vanished all at once. Next thing I knew, we were hit with an aggressive flow of water on every side. It was perhaps the most... refreshing thing I had ever felt. Rather than jumping into a pool of cool water normally, the water came to me, smothering my frame in its liquid bliss all at once, and with more force than any dive could hope to simulate. I held on tightly to Rarity, and she held on tightly to me as the weight of the ocean spun our bodies end-over-end like a runaway ferris wheel. But just as quickly as it started, we lost our momentum, quickly slowing to a stop and drifting calmly through the blue. I quickly forgot about how forceful the water was moments ago as it was now gently washing over me. I barely remember to keep my mouth shut, nearly letting a sigh of absolute contentment escape my lips.

I slowly opened my eyes and found Rarity wearing an equally blissful grin upon her face. I noticed that the cosmetic products used to style her hair were quickly washed away while my eyes were closed, allowing her rich purple hair to spread out wildly behind her like a purple curtain, rippling and waving in the currents of the sea.

The ocean life around us didn't even react to the two new bodies that had suddenly entered the water. Nothing changed at all, and yet, the entire experience felt different now. I wasn't just watching them all as an outside observer, I was swimming among them now. The light sting of salt water in my eyes only accentuated the experience, reminding me that I was closely studying the wildlife in a way that no other human being could possibly do without a mess of equipment. I was just nonchalantly drifting through an underwater fantasy with nothing but a casual pair of swim trunks wrapped around my waist and my magical girlfriend wrapped around every other part of me.

Just when I was beginning to run out of air, her necklace glowed once again, and a much, much smaller shield encased us. Then, the cramped capsule of crystal quickly grew in size. The volume of our shelter expanded, while the volume of the water inside of it did not, and began to disperse evenly around the floor of the dome, quickly receding below our heads and letting both of us gulp down some air.

We caught our breaths for a moment as Rarity finished expanding the dome back into its original size, the water now only sitting about ankle-deep. After out little breather, Rarity spoke first.

"That was absolutely divine," she breathed, walking towards one of the edges of our dome to look out into the oceanic safari once again. "Everything about this is absolutely amazing!"

"It is," I sincerely agreed. "It really is." I turned towards her, intent on standing by her side, when the sight of Rarity's sopping wet body made me freeze in place. All of my inhibitions and self-control left me as I shamelessly studied her form for the first time since she donned the swimsuit.

Earlier, Rarity said that there were no words to describe the beauty of Rainbow Reef. And now, I too found myself struggling to put words to a level of beauty that had never graced my eyes before. In the end, there was only one word that could have possibly fit the description for what I was looking at:

Perfection.

She was perfection; a manifestation of physical desirability in every possible way. Her soaked purple hair hung off of the back of her head like a thick sheet that stuck to her skin and moulded itself around her soft, round shoulders. Beads of water cascaded down her hair like a purple waterfall before reaching the bottom and continuing its journey down her smooth back, while streams of moisture on the front of her body dripped down her neck and towards the most perfect chest I had ever seen.

Her black bikini top proudly displayed a set of round, perky breasts that shot dramatically outwards, giving her body a profile view that needed to be seen to be believed. Some beads of moisture slipped in between the two glorious mounds and flowed into the most deep, desirable valley of cleavage on the planet. I studied the exposed areas of one of her tits, following the smooth curve of her breast and watching it recede smoothly back into her black top, and slightly stretching the fabric out into a smooth, round globe. Her swimwear fit her womanly form perfectly, leaving absolutely no room for the imagination, while also me with a deep, longing desire to remove the offending article and see the true essence of womanly perfection in its natural form.

The only reason why I was able to tear my eyes away from her chest was because the rest of her body was just as magnificent, which I soon found as my gaze wandered ever downwards, marveling at how her elevated breasts smoothly curved back inward, leveling out to shape a flat, smooth waistline that was perfectly complimented by an exquisite bend in her back. The natural way her curves progressed from her proud chest down to an almost impossibly slim waist would make even the top swimsuit models of the world green with envy. Every inch of her uncovered skin was utterly flawless. There wasn't a single blemish, wrinkle, or imperfection of any kind to be found.

Below her flat naval, Rarity's body curved smoothly outward once again, making way for a pair of thick, luscious hips and a spectacular rear that rounded dramatically outward, completing her perfect hourglass figure that ran from her generous chest, to her slender waist, and all the way down to a full set of hips and a truly spectacular bottom. Just like how her bikini top drew more attention to that intimate part of her body, Rarity's black bikini bottom drew attention to the supple cheeks that were trapped below it. Like always, the garment fit perfectly around her succulent curves, the smooth and soft fabric wrapping tightly around the even softer and smoother tush that I knew lied underneath.

The fabric ran down the form of her hips before meeting in the middle, covering up her crotch without covering a single inch of her shapely thighs. I was only faintly aware of the fact that my own crotch was quickly getting tighter inside of my trousers from a fully erect penis that I didn't even try to hide as I shamelessly stared at the skin she was showing. Every inch from the waist down was smooth, bare, and proudly on display. My gaze lingered briefly at her naked thighs, neither slim nor fat, but just the perfect amount of thickness. My eyes ran down the last remaining curves of her perfect figure, studying how her hips slimmed down, sloping inward ever so gradually down the smoothest legs any man could ever dream of, all the way down to her ankles that dipped into the shallow pool of water that was still coating the bottom surface of her crystal submersible.

My eager eyes couldn't help but wander back up her figure once again, reevaluating the paragon of feminine perfection that stood before me. Once more, my eyes ran back up her smooth legs, back up her inviting thighs, her pert, round bottom and her narrow waistline; back up her swollen chest and all the way up to the wicked, mischievous smile she was fixing me with.

...

Oh shit!!

My head jerked away from her far too quickly, pretending to be fascinated a small growth of coral outside. I fought hard against the muscles in my face that were trying to curve upward, trying with all of my might not to blush as I focused my sight on anywhere except her.

I could feel her staring into me as I pretended to be studying the one random portion of the reef. Then, to my horror, I heard her starting to walk towards me, the water at her feet splashing with each footstep as she sauntered over to me.

"Well well well," she spoke in the same tone of voice as one you would hear a mother using after catching her child in the cookie jar. "Do you like what you see, honey?"

"No! I mean- Yes! I mean-" both my brain and my mouth were scrambling in full-on panic mode, having absolutely no earthly clue how to respond to her question, especially after what she had just caught me doing. She had stopped walking now, standing only about two feet away from me in silence. I wasn't even sure if I should have ever bothered to respond, as the only thoughts in my mind were of how I had just set our entire relationship up in flames.

And then, Rarity lightly chuckled, and then exploded with mirthful laughter.

I finally looked back over to her, just in time for her to wrap her arms around me and yank myself into her, pulling my body aggressively into hers until we collided with a wet splat. "You are absolutely adorable," she continued to laugh.

...Huh?

"Here I am," she continued, "soaking wet inside the most compromising apparel you have ever seen me in, and yet you still have the decency to try not to stare."

"But... but I did stare!" I sputtered, completely and fully ashamed of myself. "I stared at every inch of you, and I... I..."

Rarity cut me off with a light, airy chuckle. "Yes you did, for the first time all day."

...

"...Second," I corrected, barely above a whisper.

"...Pardon?" Rarity asked, cocking her head adorably. I fumbled with my words for a moment. I didn't want to admit it, but I had already said it, and couldn't take it back.

"...Second time all day," I mumble in embarrassment. "I looked at your butt back on the dock."

I was expecting her to look upset or disappointed. Instead, she grinned slyly.

"Well, are you sorry for staring??" she sing-songed.

"Yes, Rarity. I'm really, truly sorry," I said, head hung low.

...

"...Why?" Rarity asked me, her tone suddenly low and serious. "What are you sorry for?"

I looked back up at her in absolute confusion and found an a sympathetic smile on her face.

"Darling, I would never be upset at you just for looking, especially not this far into our relationship. Now, if you were constantly staring at my body throughout ninety percent of our first date, then I would be upset. So upset, in fact, that there wouldn't have been a second date. But by this point, I know that you love me for who I am, not what I look like. I know that you're not the kind of man who wants to take advantage of me for his own... beastly desires. I know that when you look at me, you don't mean anything impure by it."

The growing sense of dread that was building up inside of me was now slowly being washed away by an overwhelming sense of relief as I mulled over her words.

"Besides," she continued. "Checking out your girlfriend of almost seven months is very different from checking out a random girl on the street. In fact, most women like having a man that shows an appreciation for her body. It's a real challenge to keep up a girlish figure like this, and a lady usually loves knowing that she has a man who appreciates her efforts."

I never even thought about it that way. I always thought that women universally hated men who stared, and that was that. I guess I didn't know as much about women as I thought I did.

"And even if you did want to... have your way with a woman's body," she concluded. "There's nothing wrong with having impure thoughts, as long as you have the self-control to stop yourself from acting on them." She paused, flashing me that perfect smile once again. "And I know that you do, because you, are a true gentleman."

I had no words. Not only did she find nothing wrong with me eyeing her up moments ago, but I slowly realized that I've spent so much time trying avoid staring at her body, only to find that she would have never minded it at all in the first place. I had no words to express the freedom that I suddenly felt now that I finally understood that, so my only response was to return Rarity's embrace with a hug of my own.

"Thanks Rare," I finally manage to say. "I needed that."

"Any time, dear... But you still haven't answered my question."

"Huh?" Suddenly, I was confused once again.

"I asked you earlier," she said.

Then, with the most sultry, sensual tone of voice imaginable, she whispered into my ear, "Did you like what you saw?"

The mother of all chills ran all the way down my spine at her tone, and the erection that had hidden itself away during Rarity's little speech slowly started to come back out. With us hugging as tightly as we were, it was only a matter of seconds before it would noticeably poke her.

No, stop it, I silently begged to my dick. Stop that right now!

It didn't listen. I swear that it has a brain of its own, because my groin kept expanding until it made contact with hers, and then, once it realized whose crotch it was rubbing up against, it expanded further.

"Ah, never mind," Rarity said cheerfully. "You don't need to tell me anymore."

I practically threw myself away from her, unable to stop myself from blushing this time. I couldn't believe that I had just let that happen!

"Hey now," Rarity chided, the playful tone in her voice vanishing in an instant. "I told you not to be embarrassed. Again, I'm not made, I'm flattered."

"I'm sorry," I said, still embarrassed despite her words. "That was just... wrong of me to do that to you."

"Think nothing of it, darling," she said with a wave of her hand. "But now I have to know," she continued, now speaking very softly. "How long have you been, let's say... physically attracted to me?"

...How the hell am I supposed to respond to that??

"Please," Rarity pleaded quietly. "Just be honest with me. I won't judge you; you know that I won't judge you."

I actually found myself looking at her blue necklace, secretly hoping that it would suddenly malfunction so I could just drown in the ocean instead of stay here and have this conversation. When that didn't happen, I could only prepare myself for what I was finally about to say. There was simply no diplomatic, gentlemanly way of answering her question, even if she wanted a gentlemanly answer, which I suspected she didn't. So, with great reservations, I opened my mouth and spoke.

"How long did you say we were dating again?" I asked quietly.

"Um... almost seven months now," Rarity muttered back.

...

"Then I have been physically attracted to you for almost seven months," I said flatly. A small part of my was still worried about how she would react to what I just said, but I had to admit; it was nice to finally get it off my chest. So, I kept talking, deciding that there was nothing left to do but let it all out.

"Rarity, you are... You are just so... There's no flattering way to word this okay? I think that you are so incredibly, indescribably hot, that it drives me crazy! Every time you hug me, every time you kiss me, I just- Oh God, I want you so badly. I always have, but I just..." I trailed off, hoping that Rarity would just get the picture already and stop me from talking. But, she merely stared at me with an unreadable expression, waiting for me to continue.

"I... I love your body, Rarity," I continued. "I... I friggin' fantasize about it sometimes, trying to imagine what it would be like be more intimate with you. But I just... I know how dangerous those thoughts are. If you're a guy who's into a girl... and you just make one mistake... If you make the wrong kind of advancement on the wrong kind of girl... you can ruin an entire relationship. Or, even worse, if you make the wrong kind of advancement on the right kind of girl, but at the wrong time, that girl might end up carrying a baby that she never wanted and end up ruining her whole life! And all it takes is one single mistake for that to happen!

"So, I just... I want you, Rarity. I've always had my desires for you and I probably always will. But, like you said... I will not ever act on those desires. Ever.

"I always figured that maybe one day, we'd just start kissing, then making out, and then eventually it would just naturally progress into our first happy ending. That's... I mean, heh heh... That's how I always imagined it happening.

"But, the point is that I never wanted to put any pressure on you. That's the absolute last thing I ever wanted to do. So, I honestly think that it would be best if we just forgot this entire conversation and just see what happens with... well, us. As much as I would love making love to you, I'm willing to wait as long as I have to do it. Because, above all else, I do not want to lose what we have right now."

A tense silence hung in the air of our private bubble. I had finally said everything that I had to say, and now it was Rarity's turn to be speechless for a moment.

Then, she suddenly blurted out, "It's getting hot in here again do you want to step outside??"

"Yes please," I answered.

"Smashing," she replied back, stepping towards me and wrapping her arms around me again, determined to escape from the tense atmosphere as quickly as possible.

"Three, two, one," Rarity quickly counted down. We both held our breaths and let the ocean waves engulf us once more. The feeling of the cool ocean water somehow felt less special this time. I didn't even open my eyes this time, no longer having any interest in the the environment around me, and not daring to look at the girl who was wrapped tightly around my body.

Rarity seemed to share the same mentality as me, quickly creating another bubble shield around us after only a few seconds in the water. It felt like life itself was on autopilot at the moment. Rarity just created another small bubble, expanded it, and put us back into the same structure that we were in moments ago. Nothing noteworthy happened; I didn't even seem to be capable of any sort of conscious thought, my mind remaining firmly blank the entire time. Until, that is, Rarity broke the suffocating silence once again.

"All this time..." she breathed. "All this time, you wanted me just as badly as all the others... And you didn't say anything about it? You didn't do anything about it?"

"Of course not," I said simply. "You just... don't do that to a girl. You don't. No matter how badly you want to. That's just... It's not only horrible, treating a woman like an object instead of a person, but it can make relationships so... complicated. So... No, Rarity. I didn't say anything, and didn't do anything. I couldn't. Not until I knew, without a doubt, that we were ready."

Another uncomfortable wave of silence hung in the air for a moment.

"And what if I am ready?" Rarity asked.

In an instant, it felt like the air around me was getting hotter again. I almost found it hard to breath from the sheer heat that had absolutely no right to fill the room as quickly as it did.

"Hypothetically, if I was, you would never even know. I never had an opening to tell you how I might have been feeling, because you didn't give me any signs whatsoever! So how would you have ever known?"

"Well, I guess I wouldn't know," I grumbled. "That's just how this goes sometimes."

"What if I was just as sexually frustrated as you were and neither of us ever did anything about it?" she shot back, raising her voice slightly as our conversation unknowingly started to get more heated.

"Are you??" I yelled back. "Have you secretly wanted to fuck, too? Have you wanted that all this time?"

Rarity said nothing. She just stood there, looking frustrated and confused at the turn that this once-romantic day was taking.

"I've already told you how I felt, Rarity. Now it's your turn. Have you ever had sexual thoughts about me?"

Rarity's eyes widened in sudden surprise at the question. Her mouth opened and closed wordlessly, looking just as surprised and off-guard as I had when she asked me the same thing a few minutes ago. Now the roles were reversed, with her having to answer a tough question, while I just stood there, not letting the conversation continue until I had an answer.

"I... Well..." Rarity uncharacteristically stumbled with her words. "I never really did think about that, no. I had no idea that you wanted that this whole time. ...All I ever really wanted was just... just to make you feel as special as you made me feel. You make me so happy, when I'm with you... And, I just wanted to make you happy as well. That's what's always mattered to me, more than sex ever did."

Somehow, her response only made me more angry. She really was better than me in every way. She had better looks, better personality, and even better morals that I ever could. The most frustrating thing about this situation was the fact that I was still mad, but I had absolute no reason to stay mad at her, which only made me more mad at the fact that I was mad for no reason.

I barely even noticed that Rarity was walking over towards me, her soaked, curvy figure getting closer, taunting me with a body that she seemed to have no interest in letting me explore. She wrapped her soft arms around me again in another hug.

I felt my chaotic mess of emotions trying ever-so-hard to stay angry, confused, and toxic, but felt them all slowly being extinguished, gently being smothered out by the soft, gentle caress of her smooth arms, pulling my body gently into the curves of her own.

"I'm so sorry," Rarity said. "To think that you felt this way all this time and I never noticed."

"No, I'm sorry," I argued back. "I shouldn't have said anything. We were already happy enough as-is without me making it all so messy by dumping all of this on you."

"Nonsense, dear. You just told me the truth about how you feel, and we're better off for it." A brief pause. "Especially since, now that I know the problem, I know of a very simple solution that can fix all of this."

As impossible as that sounded, Rarity has never been wrong before. When she said she had a solution, she had a solution. "What's do you have in mind, then?" I asked, genuinely curious.

Rarity's deep blue eyes gazed into mine, a cloudy look in her eyes as she squeezed me just a little bit tighter.

"You are the most courteous, respectful, and all around perfect man I have ever known," she said with complete and utter conviction. She started pushing me forwards, backing me into a wall while she continued speaking, albeit in a suddenly very, very different tone. "Now that I really, truly know how caring you really are..." she cooed as she pushed me into the glass wall of the dome, pinning against the magic wall she had created. One of her hands let go of my back, and, with fingers lightly outstretched, her hand slowly ran down my chest.

"I said that I had never thought about having sex with you before," she said. "But right now... I certainly wouldn't mind it."

My legs very nearly gave out beneath me. Her words alone made me feel like an electric shock had just jolted through my entire body. "A-are you sure??" I sputtered out, hardly believing what I was hearing.

Her hand brushed back up my chest and cradled my chin, pulling me gently towards her until our faces touched. "Yes. I am definitely sure," she breathed, her hot breath wafting over my face. Her other hand removed itself from my back and reached behind her own, causing her fabulous chest to stretch out even further against the thin fabric of her bikini as she reached behind her back.

"You have always been kind, selfless, and very patient," she purred slowly, backing slightly away from me. "And patience, in particular, is a virtue that deserves to be rewarded."

Without warning, her black bikini top dropped to the floor.

I nearly passed out at the mere sight of them. They were so impossibly firm, that she might as well have not been wearing a top at all. The two firm mounds of womanly perfection didn't change shape in the slightest after the garment dropped from her chest. They didn't droop, and they didn't sag. They only bounced, rolling slightly up and down her chest like two inflated balls that were firmly pinned to a smooth, velvety wall of pale skin.

Her naked breasts were the same shape and size of two actual, literal melons, but with the texture of two smooth, damp rubber water balloons, inflated nearly to their bursting points. And directly in the center of each massive, stunning breast was a perfect circle of darker skin, punctuated by a hard, engorged nipple thrusting dramatically outward.

I started to feel lightheaded, growing weak in the knees. I was sorely tempted to just let myself collapse and bow before the heavenly figure that I was utterly unworthy of having the privilege to see, let alone touch.

A downright devious smile spread across Rarity's face as she sauntered over to me, swaying her hips and intentionally bouncing her breasts even more. I nearly wept over the otherwordly eroticism, wanting to simply bask in humility before the goddess before me. But before I could, she closed the distance between us and jumped into me, coiling her thighs around my chest and wrapping her arms around my neck as she latched tightly onto me, throwing both of our weights into the wall behind me. I instinctively grabbed her by the waist and braced her against me, pressing her sopping wet groin into my naked torso, holding her in a position where face was just slightly above mine, looking down at me with a sultry smile.

"I hope I was worth the wait," she growled. Then, her hands grabbed my by the hair and yanked me into her as she proceeded to assault me with kisses. My brain short-circuited, nearly shutting down completely as her mouth locked around mine and sucked on my face so hard that I thought she was trying to pull all the air out of my lungs. Then she quickly ripped her face away from mine and lunged back in again, pressing her tongue into every corner of my mouth before pulling away once more, loosening up the tight grip of her legs around my back, and then suddenly tightening it again, throwing all of her weight into her next oral attack.

Her naked breasts pressed lightly into my upper chest. My arms jumped up her body, moving from her waist up to her upper back as I pulled her fircely into me, desperately trying to shove my chest as far as I could into hers. My body sank deep into her bosom, practically drowning in the vast, rolling sea of her erotic mounds. Her hard, erect nipples dug into me and as I pushed and pulled at Rarity's body, rolling it around mine and dragging her squashed breasts all around my chest.

Rarity took advantage of the momentum of her body against mine and worked the muscles in her thighs, dragging her crotch up and down my body, as I continued to explore her endless breasts, and as she continued to ravage my mouth with her tongue. I had never been more turned on in my entire life.

The motions of our bodies twisting and writhing against each other started to build up a rhythm, steadily growing stronger, our bodies beginning to rock back and forth with the forces of our movements. My back started to rhythmically bump against the wall behind me, lightly at first, but slowly increasing in intensity as Rarity threw her half-naked body into mine with more force each time, slamming me into the wall over and over again until, without warning, her right leg kicked against the crystal structure, spinning us around and toppling both of us onto the floor with a resounding splash.

In one single, swift motion, Rarity had gone from pinning me against a wall, to pinning me against the floor. All of her holds on me were released at once, as she traded away her rough and aggressive movements for the gentle and fluid motions of both of her hands lightly dragging themselves down my body, her light touch causing me to twitch and spasm all over, including the rock-hard penis that her hands were rapidly approaching.

Her hands made it down to my swim trunks and stopped there, locking in place as the rest of her body started to back up, forcing her to stretch her arms out as her body crawled away from mine. Soon, she had moved far enough down that her arms were stretched all the way out, her hands still resting on the only piece of clothing that I had on me. Then, her fingers clenched around the garment, her arms tensed, and she suddenly ripped them off of me, like yanking a table cloth out from underneath a slew of wine glasses.

In less than a blink, I was naked, and the sexiest woman alive was staring hungrily at my dick that already had plenty of fluid running down it, and only a small portion of it was water. Rarity tossed the garment over her shoulder, throwing it in the direction of her discarded black top. With the offending article removed, she placed her hands on each side of my bare ass, digging her fingertips in slightly, then she started to pull herself towards me. Random patches of light filtered through the glass ceiling of our crystal pleasure dome, sporadically flickering across every one of her magnificent curves as she slithered up my body.

She sat down on my stomach, driving me wild with the feeling of her supple rear being pressed into me with all of her weight. She firmly pushed her hips into me and dragged them down my stomach, until the rear of her rear was stopped by my exposed dick, which, by this point, was so stiff that it absolutely would not let her move any further down. The more force she put into it, the more firmly my shaft was pressed into the black fabric, hot-dogging itself between her buns and causing my raging hard-on to only grow more stiff and immovable.

"Rarity, please..." I wheezed, begging for her to stop teasing me and let me inside of her already.

"Very well," she smiled seductively, gracefully standing up straight and hooking her thumbs into the last collective piece of clothing between us. She had to look straight down in order to meet my eyes, flashing me a sultry wink and declaring, "I think you've waited long enough." And then, she finally dropped her pants to the floor.

From my position, I had the best possible view of the most desirable vagina I could never imagine, somehow pulling off the impossible feat of looking even smoother and softer than all of the other velvety skin coating every other inch of her body. My heart was pounding erratically, skipping several beats as I gazed longingly into the deep, moist cave between the folds.

She hooked a soft foot into the bikini that was dropped onto my neck and turned around, offering me a better view of her spectacularly round, naked ass as she kicked the last piece of clothing into the same pile as the others. She turned back towards me again and slowly squatted down. My eyes locked firmly onto her forbidden cavity as it gracefully lowered itself, until if finally pressed into my stomach.

My already-pounding heart ran into overdrive at the feeling of her pussy lips spread out over me and dragged their way back down to my eager groin. She raised herself off of me only slightly, and spread her legs even further and bending forward, placing herself in the same position that she was before she removed her swimsuit. Her plush bottom closed in around my member, opening wide and them clamping around it.

I gasped in pure shock and ecstasy as my dick was squished between Rarity's cheeks. My hands grabbed onto as much of her butt as they possibly could as she swished her hips around, pushing and pulling my boner all over the place like she was tilting the joystick of an arcade controller using only her naked ass.

Before long, however, she released her grip on me and lifted her hips up into the air. My hands were still fondling her butt as she aligned her entrance with my waiting penis and pushed myself into her, pushing through the folds of her lower lips and slowly poking itself inside of her.

Another wave of pleasure and excitement ran through me, causing my entire body to lock up, becoming just as stiff as the part of me that was now gliding into the opening between her legs. It was almost unnatural how smoothly I slid into her, slowing filling up the the vacuum of space inside of her.

And then, she stopped. Rarity turned away, formed a small crystal bubble around our swimsuits with a wave of her hand, turned back to me, and said "Do you want to take this outside?"

Outside? What is she talking...

"...No...! No way!" I panted, realization slowly sinking in.

"No?" Rarity asked in mock disappointment? "You don't want to?"

"No- I mean yes, I mean," I struggled to find my words, partially due to how distracted I was from being partially inside of Rarity.

"Take me outside!" I finally managed.

"Okay," Rarity grinned wickedly. "On three. One... Two... Three!"

We held our breaths as every diamond construct around us vanished except for the protective bubble around our clothes. The impossible force of a truly gargantuan amount of water did absolutely nothing to cool me down in any way. Rarity wrapped her arms and legs completely around me, and hugged me tightly, pushing my cock all the way inside of her in one motion. A mute cry of pleasure escape from my lips in the form bubbles and muffled noises. Rarity noticed my reaction and immediately formed a small bubble around us, then expanded it just enough to poke our heads of the the water and into the small pocket of air above us.

I gulped down some oxygen, which was difficult to do, considering that I was still panting like a race horse due to the fact that I was still deep inside of Rarity, who, by the way, showed absolutely no signs of being similarly short-of-breath.

"One... two... three!" she counted down. I suddenly remembered to hold my breath in at the last second, just before the little pocket of air disappeared and engulfed us in liquid once again. Our dip into the ocean was much smoother this time. The two of us gently drifted through the gentle caress of the deep blue. Rarity's legs, currently wrapped around my waist, loosened up, letting the flow of the ocean slowly pull myself out of her. Then, her leg muscles tightened, and she pulled me back in, eliciting another muted cry of pleasure from me. She released her grip on me again and then pushed me back in again, full encasing my cock inside of her walls again and again.

I always figured that I would lose my virginity on some woman's couch. But instead, Rarity was fucking me in open water at the bottom of the ocean.

A diamond bubble appeared around us once again. The two of us gulped down some air, and then held our breaths once more. Rarity didn't even need to count down this time, vaporizing her construct without a single word spoken.

Drifting weightlessly through the water once more, Rarity continued to mount me. My hands reached around her nude butt as I guided myself into her, matching her rhythm and pushing myself all the way in, until every inch of skin on my penis was smothered by Rarity. Another groan of pleasure escaped from lips, only to be swallowed up by the silence of the all-encompassing ocean. Rarity did not moan or groan the entire time; her half-lidded, seductive eyes never left my own, and the sultry grin on her face never budged an inch. Even when she shoved myself deep inside of her, I gasped and cried out in pleasure, but she never, not even for a single moment, ever stopped fixing me with the sexiest look she could possible muster. From beginning to end, she was the one who was in complete control here, and she didn't ever let me forget it.

One more diamond bubble materialized around our naked, writhing bodies. But this time, the bubble expanded all the way back into the huge dome that we had started out in, hovering about five feet above the ocean floor. I once again found myself flat on my back, with Rarity on top of me, and my dick still very much inside of her. She sat up straight and began to pump her hips, slowly beginning to bounce on me.

As surreal as our underwater love-making was, the more traditional position she shifted to was the thing that caused pressure to build in my loins even faster than ever before. I was completely losing myself as the weight of her sexy body plunged itself on top of me, then slowly dragged herself back out, before slowly forcing me into her again in slow, fluid motions. Again and again, she pressed her hips into mine, pushing me all the way inside of her, and building up speed, gradually at first, but quickly accelerating in speed and force, bouncing on top of me higher and higher.

It all happened so fast.

Suddenly, Rarity jumped off of me as high as she could and raised her glowing blue hands into the air. Then, at the peak of her jump, she theatrically lowered her hands, as if she was commanding a crowd of people to sit down. That was when the floor disappeared from underneath me. With nothing but a wave of Rarity's hands, the massive crystal structure we were trapped in dropped to the ocean floor in an instant, putting both of us in a brief free-fall, her falling body lagging significantly behind my own due to her well-timed jump. I hit the floor with a loud splash that nearly knocked the wind out of me.

Less than a second later, with the full force of her five-foot plummet, she impaled herself onto my dick.

"OH FU-" I was cut off with an aggressive kiss as she continued to thrust herself on top of me at the same speed and force she did before, displaying an impressive level of flexibility as she continued to smother me with her intimacy, without her lips never leaving contact with mine. The double whammy of her luscious lips against mine and her luscious hips engulfing themselves around me was quickly bringing me to my breaking point.

Her rhythmic movements never changed from that point onward.

Her inner walls kept sliding up and down my shaft at the same consistent speed, her hips kept slamming into mine again and again with the same consistent force, and her breasts bounced up and down her chest, again and again in the same consistent rhythm, until I simply couldn't last any longer.

After nearly seven months of fantasies and wet dreams, I came inside of Rarity. The pressure that was building inside of me finally burst, as thick stream of semen flowed out. Rarity's only reaction was to clench herself shut, and slowly press herself down on me even harder still. I felt my eyes roll into the back of my head, my vision growing spotty as she tightened herself around my orgasm, grinding her hips into me even deeper in an unspoken command to empty as much fluid into her womb as I possibly could. Her grip slowly tensed more and more as I shot more fluid deep inside of her until I started to run dry.

I tried to will myself into giving her more. I tried desperately to make that moment last for as long as it could; tried to force more sperm out of me long after I was spent.

But, I had to come to terms with the fact that the most heavenly sensation I had ever experienced was truly over. As I sprawled myself out underneath her, Rarity leaned forward, laying down on top of me and gave me a faint, gentle kiss. Her soft lips tickled my mouth as her soft breasts tickled my chest.

"Did you enjoy yourself?" she whispered into my face, her powerful, sexy blue eyes peering into my own. I only managed to croak out a few words in between panting breaths

"I wish... I could do that... all day... ever day... I wouldn't want... to ever stop..."

"Now now," she teased. "If we did this all the time, it wouldn't be special. And we can't have that now, can we? But don't you worry, darling. We can do this again very soon."

I absolutely melted at her words. A sudden rush of warmth ignited in my chest and quickly spread through my entire body as she planted a final kiss on my lips.

"But for now," she suggested with a warm smile. "Why don't we get ourselves washed off?"

I smiled back in understanding, before simply nodding my head, holding my breath, and letting the might of the ocean waves whisk us away.

Author's Note

If you find any errors, please post a comment ASAP so I can correct them for future readers. Constructive criticism is also welcome.

I think that, on a purely objective level, these past two chapters might be the peak of this entire series in terms of setup, character interaction, and scenery. I still think that the remaining three chapters have hotter sex, but don't expect them to have the same level of romance as these past two, or you'll just end up disappointed.

Up next: We now return to our regularly scheduled porn, with no emotions or drama to speak of. But, the three remaining chapters are the ones that originally inspired me to write this entire series in the first place.

No joke, the four chapters up to this point were all afterthoughts.

Black Magic Woman

"Come on Twilight," I urged. "Finish it!"

"It's so hard," she whispered tensely.

"Just keep it up. That's it, up and down, up and down."

"I'm not sure how much longer I can keep this up- Oh God!"

"Oh man, that's gonna be tight!"

"Come on, come on, come on- NOOOO!!"

Twilight Sparkle nearly threw her controller across the room for the fourth time that night as her on-screen character exploded in a burst of flames once again.

"Why are these levels so hard?" she yelled at the TV. "And why do we keep losing two lives every time? Why can't the game just bring one of us back and let us swap the controller each time we die? It's not like we can both control that stupid rocket barrel at the same time anyways!!"

"Well, we can, but only if we want to make it even harder," I agreed. "Same for the mine cart levels, we really shouldn't have to lose two lives each time one of us messes up," I mused.

"Welp, last try," I pointed out. "Why is that every time we're on our last live, it's always my turn?" I grumbled, running through the level again, but with the noticeable absence of Twilight's character.

"This game is way too hard," Twilight pouted.

"Heh, you should have played the original games," I laughed. "You couldn't buy lives in those ones!"

"Really??"

"Yep, if you were running low on lives, that was just too bad. Your only option back then was to git gud. It- oh crap. Yeah okay, I deserved that," I shrugged as I died the moment I said 'git gud.' "Yep, that was just the universe punishing me for making that joke," I decided, staring at the Game Over screen once again.

"I'm not sure if I want to continue," Twilight grumbled. "How long do we have until your parents get home again?"

"Hang on," I answered, quickly checking the clock on my phone. "We got ninety minutes."

"Well, we had sixty last time," Twilight recalled. "The sex lasted ten minutes, you took twenty-one minutes to shower and I took seventeen minutes, leaving us with just barely enough time to clean and de-odor your sheets."

"Yeah, that was close," I remembered.

Twilight and I had only had sex twice before, mostly because of how hard it was to have my house to ourselves. Her house was out of the question, because even if, by same rare miracle, her mother, father, and brother were all out for the night, she still had a dog that was always home. Normally, that wouldn't be a problem, except for the fact that Twilight Sparkle owns the only sapient dog in the world. And, as Twilight always reminds me, he is very young, so we can't just ask Spike to give us some privacy, or else he'll just end up asking questions and possibly opening up a conversation that Twilight does not want to have with him yet.

So, when I told Twilight that my parents were at a wedding and that we'd have the house to ourselves until "at least midnight," she drove her way to my house as fast as one possibly can while perfectly obeying the speed limits and actually coming to a full stop at every stop sign. We spent the first hour she was here just trying to get further in the game that we'd been playing together for the past few weeks, and now, we were discussing the main reason why she came over in the first place.

"Either you need to take quicker showers," Twilight suggested. "Or," she smiled. "We should get started soon." I could tell that she obviously wanted to go with the latter option.

"Or we can get started now," I suggested.

She grinned devilishly and replied, "I knew I liked you for a reason."

I turned the TV off and hit the "B" button on the controller, because I certainly didn't want to continue the game we were playing. I had something much better to do now. I crawled up onto my bed where Twilight sat there waiting for me. "How about I do you first this time?" I suggested, as I began to lift her shirt up off of her body.

"No arguments here," she replied, as she started to remove my own shirt. Soon, both of our tops were tossed to the floor, leaving my chest bare and Twilight's chest covered only by an off-white bra and a small purple rock hanging around her neck. I kissed her lightly on the lips, then on the neck, and worked my downwards, planting kisses down her body, then working back up to her mouth, where we kissed more passionately, shoving our tongues into each other's mouths. I cupped her right breast in my hand squeezed lightly through the fabric of her brassiere, causing Twilight to involuntarily shutter in my grasp and moan lightly into my mouth.

This continued for a little while; our mouths stayed locked together while I groped her, pushing her tit around her chest in a circular motion. Our bodies subconsciously began to bob and sway as our movements became more rhythmic.

Twilight looked- and sounded, like she was enjoying herself, but I decided to move on to the next step before she got bored. I leaned into her, tipping both of us over from our upright position and flopping into my bed, with me on top of her. She actually began to pant with excitement as I removed her shorts, leaving a matching pair of white panties underneath.

I could almost feel her disappointment when I left the panties on and moved back up to kiss her again.

"She'll thank me later," I thought. "We have extra time, so we might as well make sure that this lasts longer."

We continued our sloppy kisses and I continued to massage her right breast, but this time, my left hand slid down to her crotch and dug my fingers into her underwear, poking and prodding at the soft spot underneath. The disappointment in Twilight's eyes was instantly forgotten. She gasped out loud as I squeezed her most intimate spots, both upon her chest and between her legs.

From there, I simply added my left hand into the same rhythm I was doing earlier. I smothered her mouth with my own, groped her right breast, and fondled the folds beneath her panties. At some point, I switched my right hand over to her left breast, but my movements otherwise remained the same.

Twilight Sparkle didn't even have enough focus to kiss me back at this point. All she was doing was gasping and moaning into my mouth as I stimulated the three most sensitive areas of her anatomy all at the same time. I never let my mouth leave hers, and I never moved my right hand away from her groin, but, in order to keep up the momentum that I had going, I let go of her breast and reached around to her back to unhook her bra and her necklace, tossing both aside.

Then, while I continued to kiss her upper lips while fondling her lower lips, I grabbed tightly into her exposed breast with extra vigor. She gasped sharply and her entire body writhed and bucked against me. I continued to dig my fingers deeply into her soft tit, my thumb rubbing firmly against her bare nipple. I could feel Twilight's panties quickly growing damp as she twitched and squirmed against me, no longer having any control over the spasms of her body.

Then, I cut off my kisses and squeezes and leaned away from her to take off her undergarment. She tried to take this moment to get some air, but found herself only growing shorter of breath than she already was, panting with excitement as I removed the last article of clothing from her body. Then, crawled back up to her face again and kissed her on the lips once more, but this time I put both of my hands on her bare chest and squeezes both of her boobs at the same time.

I squeezed her chest tightly in both hands and and planted kisses further and further down Twilight's nude body. She quickly became more and more of a twitching, panting mess as my lips kissed her down her chest, her stomach, and then finally arriving at the moist cave between her legs. I slowly, firmly kissed her entrance. Twilight's twitching body went completely limp at the contact. She let out a deep, long moan as I went in for another kiss. Her eyes nearly popped out of her skull and her tongue hung limply out of her mouth as she absolutely melted at my touches.

Then, I stuck out my tongue and pushed it inside of her. Her body went from being completely limp to being completely rigid in less than a blink. She gasped sharply and every muscle in her body locked up as my tongue entered her for the first time. Her thighs clamped tightly around my head and the inner walls of her vagina pressed into my tongue from every angle. I could both feel and taste how ready she was for me. As tightly as her shaft was gripping my tongue, I still felt no resistance pushing it inside of her due to how much of her juices were lubricating her walls. I had to fight hard to get my head away from her, resisting the firm grip of her legs to pull myself away, only to push my tongue back in, further this time. This elicited the exact same reaction from her as last time, but stronger. Twilight cried out in pleasure and reflexively stiffened her body around me once again. With some difficulty, I pulled my head away again.

I made my tongue as long and stiff as I possibly could, and then I forced it in as far as it could go. Twilight screamed in shock and pleasure as I pressed my tongue into her as hard as I could, then pulled myself slightly out of her and plunged back in again, clamping my hands around both of her breasts at the same time, and causing her to cry out in pleasure once more.

I kept my tongue as stiff as possible and aggressively pressed into every wall of her love canal, exploring every possible square inch of her intimacy while massaging and squeezing her chest all the while. My hands matched the movement of my tongue, pressing into her harder and harder, faster and faster. Twilight's breathing became heavier and heavier, her cries of passion grew louder and louder, until I felt a stream of cum flow down my tongue and onto my bed.

Twilight squeaked out one final moan as she was rocked with the strongest orgasm I had given her yet. Her fingers clamped tightly onto my bedsheets and her knuckles turned dramatically white. Her head shot backwards, pushing as deeply into my bed as it possibly could.

And then, it was all over.

I pulled my head away from her thighs and swallowed up all of the cum that my tongue managed to catch while Twilight caught her breath, gasping down oxygen and staring up at the ceiling with huge eyes. I sat patiently, waiting for her to catch her breath enough to speak again.

"Well, how was that?" I asked her, even though I already knew the answer.

"That was the best I've ever had," she smiled rosily.

"The best out of three times, yeah."

"You shut up, you're getting better, alright? Just take the compliment!"

"Okay, okay," I laughed.

"Hmm," Twilight half-smiled and half-frowned. "Now I'm going to have to think of something extra special to do to you."

"Well, take some time to think about it, if you want," I smiled. "But don't take too much time..."

She didn't take too much time. In fact, she only stopped to think for about ten seconds before deciding "Eh, I guess I'll just do my best. I can't really think of anything crazy. Unless you want to wrestle, or something."

"Nah," I said. "Just do your best. That's always good enough for me. Besides, you couldn't pin me anyways."

...

"Yes I could," Twilight said.

Both of my eyebrows rose dramatically upwards, giving her the mother of all questioning expressions. "You think you can pin me?" I asked, just to verify what I heard come out of the mouth of the nonathletic bookworm.

"I can pin you," Twilight repeated. "With both of my hands behind my back."

I studied her face for a moment, looking for some sort of sign that she was joking. When I realized that she wasn't, I became very... curious. She looked serious enough for me to know that she firmly believed what she was saying, and I couldn't help but wonder what sort of special card she had up her sleeve that gave her the confidence to say that.

Like I said, I was curious.

"Okay," I grinned, sitting up straight. "Do you want to make this official? You want to sit up and give me a countdown?"

"Nah," Twilight waved her hand dismissively. She sat up only slightly just to scoot backwards and lean against the headboard of my bed and fold both of her arms lazily behind her head. "You can come at me whenever you're ready."

Twilight Sparkle was in the most disadvantageous position possible for a wrestling match. She was completely naked and lying almost completely flat on her back and with both hands behind her head. Again, I couldn't have possible been more... curious as to how she was planning on pinning me in that position.

So, without any warning, I pounced on her.

Before I even touched her, my entire body froze completely in place. Then, I was suddenly launched through the air, up and away from her until I was pressed into the wall a few feet above where my TV was. I was trying to contemplate what had just happened when I suddenly became even more puzzled by the fact that I wasn't falling. I was stuck to the wall. I could move my arms and legs, but only slightly. Every time my limbs moved too far from the wall, an unknown force pulled them back in. It felt like I was trying to resist a powerful magnet. I could only move my limbs so far before they were overpowered and thrown back into the wall that I was being pressed into.

I looked down at Twilight, expecting her to look just as shocked and confused as I was. I wasn't expecting her only reaction to be a bemused smile. But that was her only reaction. She didn't even move an inch from her spot at the head of my bed as she smiled at me and dismissively waved a glowing purple hand.

"You never said I couldn't use magic," she smirked.

"What the- How are you even doing that? You're not wearing your necklace!"

"It's laying right over there," Twilight pointed. "I can still use its power as long as it's nearby. In fact, its power doesn't even become measurably weaker until I get thirteen yards away from it."

Despite my current situation, I couldn't help but chuckle. Of course she's done detailed experiments with her magic already.

"Well, I guess you win. You pinned me... well, I wouldn't say 'fair and square,' but still..."

"You never said-" Twilight protested.

"You're right, you're right!" I conceded. "You win this round, Sparkle. Now put me down please; unless you were planning on pleasuring me while I'm stuck to a wall ten feet off the ground."

...

"Well," Twilight thought out loud. "I mean... I could."

"You could put me down?" I quipped.

"No. Well I mean... Yes, but I meant that I also could pleasure you while you're stuck to a wall ten feet off the ground."

...

Okay... now, I was very curious.

"Explain," I said simply.

Twilight didn't say a word. She simply sat up straight and, with a small burst of magic, spread a pair of dark indigo wings and flew up to meet me. Then, she simply hovered there, only a few inches from my face.

"See?" she smiled coyly. "I could make this work. In fact, I think I will." Then, without even turning to look, she telekinetically closed and locked my bedroom door. We had the entire house to ourselves, so the gesture was wholly unnecessary, but it was so sexy that I couldn't bring myself to care.

She looked down at my crotch. My vision followed hers and saw that my pants seemed to be unbuttoning themselves. It looked like an invisible set of hands was taking my pants off. I could only watch, mesmerized as Twilight Sparkle began to undress me with only the power of her mind.

The magic that was pinning me to the wall eased up slightly; just enough to let my undone pants drop down to the floor below us. I looked back up to her face and saw that she appeared to be enjoy her magic show almost as much as I was. She was driving me wild, and she knew it. With a smug, satisfied smile, she dropped my boxers to the floor with another wave of her glowing hand.

I was now just as naked as Twilight was as she closed the distance between us. Her magic power that was holding me in place suddenly felt... different. I didn't feel like I was being pressed to the wall anymore, but I wasn't falling to the floor, either. It felt like gravity was completely ignoring me as I simply floated there. Twilight's nude body glided closer to mine, carried through the air on dark wings. She put her glowing hands on my hips and hoisted me even higher up into the air.

It truly felt like gravity did not exist. I was sliding further and further up my bedroom wall with no apparent forces pushing me upwards except for Twilight's gentle hands carrying my weightless body upwards while her magic did the rest of the work. She stayed right where she was as I was lifted higher and higher into the air, until my erect penis was level with Twilight's mouth.

She gave a light kiss to the tip of my dick, causing me to reflexively kick against the wall I was floating in front of. The lightest tap against the wall behind me caused both of us to start floating away. Her rich, majestic wings were beating at a slightly different angle, carrying herself slowly backwards as she matched the speed of my body that was slowly drifting across my room.

Maintaining a level of magical control to keep me weightless, as well as the precise movements Twilight's wings required to keep her gliding smoothly alongside me... All of these feats were second-nature to her. While she was doing all of these amazing and impossible things, Twilight wrapped her mouth around my cock and continued her blowjob, as if there was absolutely nothing out of the ordinary with us floating on thin air. She took my dick all the way into her mouth, then slowly pulled it back out again. I shuddered at the sensations I was feeling as Twilight's naked, winged body pleasured me high in the air.

It truly was no wonder that she was a powerful sorceress in another reality. At that moment, if you had told me that she was a god, I would have believed it. She had complete and utter control over me, both mentally and physically, as she continued to stimulate my dick while her smaller frame carried my larger body effortlessly through the air with her soft, slim arms.

She even looked like a goddess from another world. The no-nonsense bun her hair was tied in, the glasses, and the otherworldly wings sprouting from her shoulder-blades combined to give her the look of a sharp, angelic academic from another plane of reality who had studied the laws of nature until she learned how to make herself entirely impervious to all of them.

I completely and utterly lost myself in her supernatural presence. I already felt like I was going to burst in her mouth. She had just as much dominance over me as she did the very laws of the universe that she was so effortlessly breaking as she pleasured me high in the air.

Once we were directly above my bed, she removed her mouth from my penis and glided upwards to give me a slow, passionate kiss and wrap her thighs sensually around my waist. She broke off the kiss right away and dangled limply off of my torso. It looked like she was just doing a casual back-float on a body of water while she remained anchored to my upright form. Before I could even contemplate what she was doing, she reached out to me again and pulled me down to join her. The momentum should have caused both of us to spin through the air like pinwheels, but she casually dismissed the laws of inertia from the room and kept our bodies laying flat on the open air. Then, her wings stopped moving, and a faint lavender glow encased itself around her body, as well. My naked body was sprawled out over hers as we just laid there, for a moment.

Then, without any warning, we both went up.

Before I even knew what was happening, Twilight's slim, naked body was pressing me into the ceiling. It honestly felt like I was laying on the floor, and she was on top of me, rather than the other way around. The only indication I had that gravity was not working properly was the fact that I was looking down at my bed, sitting there far below us. She kissed me again, completely and utterly ignoring the brain-bending feats she was performing in front of me, grinding her body into mine as she wrapped her lips around me even more tightly.

Then she sat up- No wait, she started to hang upside-down...??

I couldn't even properly describe anything that was going on anymore. But, if you were to take a camera, turn it upside-down, and take a picture, it would honestly look like I was just laying on the floor, and Twilight was sitting up straight on top of me. But, that wasn't what was happening. My body was laying on the ceiling as naturally as one would normally lay on the floor, and Twilight Sparkle's naked butt was pushing lightly into my thighs while her upper body hung off of the ceiling like she was dangling off of an invisible set of monkey bars. The only indication that was even upside-down at all was the sight of her naked breasts falling upwards, hanging high up on her chest.

She lifted her hands up towards me again, resting both of her palms on my chest as she pulled her hips away from me, then positioning her pussy directly below my hanging erection. Then, she dropped- no, raised her hips back up towards me again and pushed my dick gently inside of her. I flinched at the contact, trying to sink even further upwards as she slowly dragged herself up my erection. She pulled away from me, then she pushed herself back onto me, shoving me in deeper this time.

"No..." I whimpered as my heart leaped into my throat. "No fucking way..."

"Oh yes," Twilight breathed erotically beneath me, still hanging upside-down like a feathered purple bat. "Nothing is impossible with magic," she added, swirling her hips around my dick, which was still very much inside of her. "And to prove my transcendence above the laws of reality...

"...I am going to fuck you on the ceiling."

She suddenly bounced away from me, then shoved herself back in with all of her magical might, aggressively engulfing my member and slapping her thighs into mine.

"Oh god!!" I cried out as she fell away from me and flew back in. Again and again, she appeared to bounce on my dick as she repeatedly levitated herself up and into me, harder and harder. My senses were overloaded by the surreal method in which my magical, winged girlfriend made love to me, upside-down against the ceiling. It was the single most erotic thing I had ever experienced.

I only lasted ten seconds. I came almost immediately, releasing a thick jet of sperm inside of her. She kept bouncing as I came, squeezing as much out of me as she possibly could. I fought to keep my eyes from rolling into the back of my head so I could watch her naked breasts continue to bounce down and up, down and up. My hot, sticky sperm shot all over her groin as she continued to bounce into me, the liquid flowing back down towards the earth, running up her stomach and up her chest.

Then, all was quiet once again. I frantically tried to catch my breath as my heart threatened to pound its way out of my chest. Twilight smoothly and gracefully leaned over me until she appeared to be lying on top of me once more. She wrapped her arms around me, and then we started to slowly descend, floating back down until we sunk into the wet, sticky sheets of my bed.

Then, Twilight's hands finally stopped glowing. We had been violating the laws of gravity for so long, that it was actually a shock to feel it suddenly start to work again. But suddenly, the euphoric feeling of weightlessness was being traded for the euphoric feeling of sinking all of my weight into Twilight Sparkles soft, nude body. My juices were still splattered along her chest, as her back sank into her own juices that were still puddled on my bed.

My heartbeat and my breathing were all slowly returning to normal as I came down from the strongest orgasm I've ever had, leaving me suddenly feeling tired and sluggish.

Twilight wrapped her arms around me in a gentle embrace. I lazily dragged one of my hands up her body before stopping at her soft, exposed breasts and giving it a gentle squeeze. My breathing slowed down even more. Everything felt right in the world as I lay in her arms. I felt like I couldn't have possibly been in a more peaceful, tranquil state of mind than I was at that moment.

That is, until Twilight's delicate and soft wings joined her arms, draping themselves over my back like a velvety sheet of feathers tucking me in to bed. She was so warm, so soft, so all-encompassing... I felt my eyes grow heavy as I melted into her.

"So, who's going to shower first?" Twilight asked gently.

"Ohhhhh shit," I groaned, not wanting to leave her heavenly embrace.

"Yeah, I know," she whispered. "We'll have to give ourselves more time next time."

"Yeah," I sighed into her chest. "I guess I'll shower first. You make sure there isn't any cum on the ceiling. Because, that would be really hard to explain."

Author's Note

If you spot any errors, please leave a comment ASAP so I can correct it for future readers. Constructive criticism is also welcome.

Strength of the World

An uncountable amount of evergreen trees spread out along the landscape of the Everfree woods. Some were taller than others, some wider. Like people, each tree had its own height, width, and age. Each one was its own unique life form. But also like people, an individual tree can hide in a forest just as well as a man can hide in a crowd, and the individual pine trees simply got lost in the sea of so many others like them.

The mob of evergreens continued to migrate up a hill that grew taller and more inhospitable as it climbed ever upwards. The soil grew coarser and harder until it eventually leveled out into smooth rock that only a few determined weeds survived in. Still the rock continued to stretch ever upwards, forming a lone rocky mountain at the center of the green ocean of pine needles.

There was hardly a single moving, breathing organism in sight, save for the two lone figures scaling the rocky cliffs.

"Watch yer footing here hon," Applejack called down to me. "This footing could barely support my weight. Tread lightly, ya hear?"

"Got it," I answered, trying to find proper footing directly underneath her.

We were both in the process of climbing up a ten-foot wall of rock. Up until this point, we could always find a path to simply walk up the mountain without much difficulty. But, after about five minutes of looking around for an alternate route, we eventually decided that we had to scale a vertical wall for the first time since we started our little expedition.

Me, Applejack, all of her friends, and some of their boyfriends were enjoying a weekend camping trip at the grounds of Camp Everfree. None of the camp counselors were around, much to Twilight's disappointment, so we had to bring our own tents and our own sleeping bags. And we had to come up with some of our own activities, such as mountain climbing.

The nearest climbable mountain was miles away from our campsite, and almost nobody seemed to be interested in coming with. Fluttershy and her boyfriend said that they were going to spend the day bird-watching instead. Pinkie, Rarity and Twilight were outright not interested. Twilight Sparkle, in particular, made up a weak excuse that she needed to "help" Fluttershy's boyfriend make it up to their vantage point, whatever that means. And Rainbow Dash wanted to go, but she didn't want to be a third-wheel. So, she used practically the same excuse as Twilight, saying that she needed to help the guy get back down from their vantage point later.

So, that just left me and Applejack, far away from the others... completely alone. And I was more than alright with that.

"You know," I said. "In hindsight, I probably should have climbed up first. Because, you know, I'm lighter than you. I should be checking to see if it's safe, because if it can't hold my weight, than I'd know that it couldn't hold yours."

"True," Applejack answered. "But think about it the other way. If it can hold my weight, than I know it can hold yours, too."

"Yeah, but also if I fell on top of you, it would probably hurt a lot less than you falling on top of me."

"Fair point," she quipped back. "But yer forgettin' one thing."

"What's that?"

"I won't fall."

I couldn't help but laugh. I wanted to argue that she didn't know that, but I already knew that I'd have an easier time arguing with an angry bull than arguing with Applejack.

Plus, I didn't mind the fact that I could look up at her ass during the entire climb. That was a nice bonus.

Applejack reached the top of the wall and hoisted herself up onto a spacious, flat mesa. "Oh, and there's one more reason why I'm better on top," she smirked.

"Oh, I can think of several reasons why you're great on top," I grinned back, feeling a a slight warmth run through me at the memory. "But please, do tell me one more."

"I'll show ya one more," she answered, now standing up properly on the the surface that was less than a foot above me.

She squatted down really low and reached out her hand. I took her hand in mine, and she reached down and grabbed my wrist with her other arm, as well. Then, she straightened her back and started to stand up, slowly lifting me with her legs. Her powerful muscles effortlessly carried me upwards to meet her, straightening her knees until she was standing upright at her full height. But, I still wasn't up yet. My eyes were at about the same level as her kneecaps as I continued to dangle from her two-handed grip. My feet couldn't even find a spot to stand on as my entire weight was held there by nothing but Applejack. I looked at the rock around her neck and was unsurprised to find it completely dim, without a single hint of any magical glow coming from the stone.

She didn't even use her geode. She didn't need to.

Applejack was an absolute beast of a woman, easily the largest one in her circle of friends in terms of both height and width. Her height was 6' 5", and her width was, well...

She wasn't fat; far from it. Really, there was only one word to describe her physique. Unfortunately, that word has been so played-out and overused it's practically lost all meaning, but it's the only word that works.

Applejack was simply thicc.

She had wide, broad shoulders that made way for a pair of arms that had only a small amount of fat on them; just enough to hide the immensely powerful muscles that I knew was hidden underneath that squishy extra layer. In fact, her entire body was like that. Being raised on a farm her whole life, Applejack never had a shortage of healthy, quality food. She had eaten right her entire life, and the end result was her growing into a tall, strong woman with extra girth to help her through her daily set of chores and duties that would make most people pass out from fatigue.

In addition to giving her a body that was stronger overall, the extra meat on her bones did have one other perk. Because naturally, one of the largest girls in school had a set of extra-large breasts to go with it. Each one of her melons was the size of an actual melon. I had only seen her naked breasts twice before, but they were just as huge as the rest of her well-fed body. They were honestly the biggest tits I had ever seen... Well, outside of a few impossibly-proportioned drawings I've seen online. But Applejack's chest was far from impossible. Her breasts would have looked impossible if they were on a smaller woman, but her huge rack was right at home on her huge chest.

Beyond her chest, the curves of the rest of her torso were practically nonexistent. The ideal hourglass figure that so many women strive for was barely even there. Instead, she had a stomach that was nearly as wide as her chest. And, hidden under the smallest layer of belly fat laid a set of abdominal muscles that could only come from days upon days of manual labor. I once saw her carrying two barrels full of apples, one over each arm, and her back stayed straight as an arrow the entire time. Because the muscles in her stomach could handle any extra weight that you could possibly put on her shoulders. Applejack clearly never cared for having a body that fit the normal standards of womanly beauty. Instead, like Rainbow Dash, her body valued function over form, albeit a different type of function than the fit and athletic Rainbow Dash. Applejack had thick arms, a huge chest, and a lower body with hardly any curves to speak of.

That is, until you get to her legs.

Below her flat, broad stomach was pair of thighs that could scissor a man in half. There were more muscles in her legs than any other part of her massive body. But, like the rest of her figure, her hips had enough fat to hide her muscles, but not enough fat to make her look like she was anywhere close to being overweight.

Again, she wasn't fat. She was thicc.

But despite her having a massively powerful body, she still had a soft and gentle face; youthful and pretty, with a pair of gentle green eyes and just a small handful of freckles spattered on her cheeks. A silky sheet of golden hair flowed down from her uncharacteristically barren head, her familiar stetson having been left in the car for fear of losing it to the high altitude winds. It truly was a marvel how she had the face of a movie star, but from the neck down, she had a truly intimidating figure that was specifically designed to be capable of more hard, physical work than other woman around.

And, her spectacular body came in handy once again as her arms alone lifted me even further upwards and onto the cliff-side to join her. I didn't even need to bend my legs. She lifted my dead weight all the way up the cliff face and set me down gently by her side, without ever using her geode.

"You're so strong," I said affectionately, wrapping my arms around her back and tilting my head upwards to give her a kiss. She happily returned both the kiss and the hug, nearly squeezing the air from my lungs with her powerful arms.

"Ya know, it's funny," Applejack grinned after breaking off the kiss and allowing me to breath again. "Ain't we the exact opposite of... you know, the usual romantic fantasy...? Or do I have that wrong? Don't most guys want to be big and strong, and they want to have a woman that's more weak and fragile by comparison?"

"Yeah," I answered with a laugh. "That's what you always see in the movies, isn't it? But me...?" I grinned. "I love the kind of woman that can kick my ass."

"Ha!" Applejack barked out a laugh. "Well then, ain't you lucky to have me, then?"

"Oh yes," I replied back, kissing her again, slightly longer this time, until she broke the contact once again and went back to business.

"Well, y'all can tell me more about how much ya love me once we've made it to the top. Deal?"

"Until we make it to the top, or until I decide that it's not safe to climb any higher," I reminded her. "But yeah, that sounds like a plan to me."

"I still don't get why I don't get a say in that," she grumbled.

"It's because you're stubborn," I grinned up at her. "If it was your call, we'd either make it to the top, or we would die. There would be no in-between for you."

Applejack frowned, opened her mouth to retort, and then suddenly paused. It took all of my willpower to keep myself from laughing out loud at the look of realization on her face. Deep down, she knew that I was right. Eventually, she just frowned and pushed me away in frustration.

"Alright, smart ass," she pouted adorably. "Why don't you try and find us a way up, then?"

"Maybe I will," I playfully snapped back, before turning away and taking a good look at our surroundings for the first time.

We were standing on a surprisingly wide open platform. The rocky plateau we found ourselves on top of was spacious enough that we could have brought everybody else in the group up here and set up tents if we wanted to. In fact, a previous set of climbers seemed to have already done that once upon a time, as evidenced by the remnants of a small fire pit in the middle of the area. The neat circle of rocks was the only noticeable feature in the otherwise barren landscape.

"Looks like some other climbers took a nice break here," Applejack spoke up behind me.

"Or, they just gave up entirely," I said dejectedly as I studied the rocky wall in front of us with an increasing sense of defeat. Applejack's eyes followed my line of sight and only responded with a low whistle.

It was at least thirty feet tall, and almost completely vertical. There were a couple of small footholds that you could possibly grab on to, but they were too far apart to possibly be useful. Both of us studied the rock wall for a moment, trying to think of some way to get up it, but even somebody as proud and stubborn as Applejack was starting to see that there was absolutely no way we could climb this one without proper equipment; proper equipment that we didn't have.

The fact that we could see the summit from here didn't help matters much. I could have sworn that I heard the winds laughing at us.

"Look at how close we are," I said glumly.

"Yer right," Applejack nodded. "We're almost there."

I looked around at the ends of the wall and saw no way to walk around it. there was absolute no footing on the left side. And on the right side, there was a little bit of footing, but sidling along it would be beyond dangerous, and there seemed to be nothing but vertical climbs along that side of the mountain, as well. There was simply no way to make it up there.

"Well, we still have a pretty good view right here," I said in a comforting tone. Admittedly, I was really only trying to comfort myself, but I once I looked around, I found that it was a really nice view.

Every massive tree in the forest seemed so small from up on our mountain. It was really surreal to be looking down at the canopy of pine needles that hid the ground completely from view, rather than looking up at the treetops that hid the sky completely from view.

"Yeah," Applejack breathed, already starting to feel better. "It is nice."

The two of us just looked around for a while, eyeing the forest that was sitting far beneath us. I was actually looking around to see if I could find Applejack's car, but there was just no way I could possibly spot it through the thick network of trees all around us. But, I did spot at least twenty different birds flying through the trees. It wasn't hard to see them flying around the otherwise still environment below us, especially with a view like this. There was also a small pond that didn't seem to far away, but there was nothing else worth noting in the endless mass of evergreens.

Therefore, it didn't take long for me to get bored of bird-watching.

"So... What do we do now?" I asked.

"I dunno," Applejack shrugged. "I reckon we got about an hour to kill before we need to make it back to the car. Got any ideas on what we can do up here?"

I looked over to her face, which was currently staring out into the horizon, oblivious to my gaze. Her long, golden hair flowed lightly in the wind, but was ultimately held more-or-less in place by the weight of the red band around the end. My eyes trailed down her neck and down the rest of her powerful body. As my gaze wandered down her form, I started to recall more and more vividly just how fantastic it felt when we made love that night under the stars in the apple orchard. I looked at her arms, remembering how they pinned me into the dirt as she had her way with me. I looked to her thighs and remembered how tightly they squeezed me.

The more I stared, the more I felt the deep, burning desire to do it all again.

"I have a few ideas," I said in the most sensual voice I could muster as I wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

Her gaze immediately snapped back to me at my tone of voice, and slowly grinned as my intentions were instantly becoming clear to her. "Well now," she flashed a sultry smile. "Is that how it is?"

"I didn't hear you say 'no,'" I said, pulling myself towards her.

"No you didn't," she purred back to me.

She squeezed me tightly into her body once again and locked her lips around mine. As her tongue playfully wrestled with my own, I felt her grip on my body ease up slightly as she started to pull my shirt up off my body. While she dragged my t-shirt up and off of me, she stepped out of her shoes, as well. I mirrored the gesture, pulling up her shirt and slipping off my own sneakers. Soon, my chest was bare, and hers was as bare as I could make it. I wasn't quite tall enough to pull her shirt completely off of her, especially with her two long arms held high in the air. So, she took the fabric in her own hands and pulled it off completely, tossing it onto the rocky ground.

She leaned into me, slowly pushing me onto my back, my eyes nearly level with her massive breasts that were locked behind a blood-red bra that was dangling her mounds in front of me. I didn't even try to resist her as she bent over, slowly lowering me to the floor until I was flat on my back with her sitting on top of me. She scooted backwards and slowly unzipped my shorts, dragging them all the way down my legs, and tossing them aside. Her hungry grin never looked away from my face as she yanked both of my socks off and crawled back up to me again.

She dug her hand into my boxers, stroking my penis lightly with her fingers. I felt my heart already racing from the brief contact, before she pulled my underwear down my legs and threw them over her bare shoulder. Then, she slowly stood up straight... and then quickly and unceremoniously removed her socks, pants and underpants, leaving only her brassier and her necklace on.

"You look impatient," I managed to say through my excitement.

"You look even more impatient," she smirked back, eyes locking with my very erect penis as she squatted down on top of me. Her nearly naked body actually made me pant with excitement. She pushed me into the ground, pinning me into the rocky surface with two strong arms as she slowly lowered herself onto me, pushing the tip of my dick just past the folds of her lips and inside of her most intimate cavity.

She clenched her powerful thighs together, closing her inner walls around my foreskin with a level of pressure that no other woman could give me. I melted at the wonderful feeling of her powerful vulva closing tightly around my rod. I involuntarily squirmed in her grip as she pushed me further inside of her.

Applejack slowly shoved me in further and further until I felt like I couldn't fit any more of me in there, squeezing her vaginal muscles tightly around me all the while.

"Whaddya say?" Applejack moaned as she pulled me deep inside of her with all of her strength. "Do ya want me to go even harder?"

"H-harder?" I wheezed in-between my frantic panting and moaning. "Can you really go- unnngghh... harder?"

"Yes, I can," she answered simply, as she buried her hands underneath me, gripping my ass tightly as her necklace started to glow.

Suddenly, Applejack's hands pushed my penis in at full speed, but with the strength of two industrial trash compactors. I opened my mouth to scream in shock and pleasure, but no sound came out. Her hands dug almost painfully into my rear, forcing my dick so far inside of her, that I swore I was about to puncture one of her lungs.

I was so deep inside of her... Her hips were nearly bruising mine with how forceful she was being. I felt the bones in my spine start to bend under the incomparable pressure of the supercharged muscles of her arms. But after a short moment, Applejack eased up on the intolerable pressure and pulled me away.

Then, she pulled me right back in.

I once again found myself being squished into her, my body offering absolutely no resistance as I was forced in. I was pushed in as deeply as physically possible, and then even deeper. And once again, she stopped me just at the point where it was almost becoming painful, not because she couldn't push me in any more, but because she didn't want to kill me.

She probably could have shoved my entire body inside of her if she wanted to. She could have shoved my head in there and kept on pushing until my entire body was swallowed up inside of her, and then she could have crushed my entire frame down to the size of a walnut with the power of her vaginal walls.

I brought up both of my arms and tried to push her away, just to give me a little bit more time to catch my breath. But I couldn't move her; not a hair. I felt my adrenaline kicking in as I put all of my strength into trying to push myself away from her death grip, but quickly found that all of my strongest efforts were completely futile. She didn't even notice the fact that I was trying to break free.

At first, it was just instinct. I felt like my life was in danger and I was fighting for my survival. That was why I fought her at first. But the more I fought, the more I failed... The more I realized how completely insignificant my puny struggles were against her infinite physical might...

The more I struggled, the more it turned me on.

I had never imagined that super strength could be sexy before that moment, but a wave of hormones the likes of which I had never felt before raged through me like an out-of-control wildfire as the incalculable forces of Applejack's magically-charged body pressed into me from all sides. I pushed against her even harder, trying even more frantically to get away and getting more and more horny as all of my struggles didn't even make the slightest bit of difference against the gargantuan power of her body.

Suddenly, I was pulled out of her wonderful prison and back into the real world again.

"Are you okay?" Applejack asked with a sudden level of deep concern. "I didn't hurt ya, did I?? Oh please, tell me I didn't hurt ya!"

I was really confused for a moment, before I quickly started to realize what my "struggles" must have looked like from her perspective. I wanted to respond and tell her that everything was fine, but I couldn't do anything except try and catch my breath. I never even realized how light-headed I was starting to get, but the exhaustion from my fight against her suddenly hit me like a train. Applejack just looked on with an increasing sense of worry and guilt as I continued to lay there, panting like a dying racehorse, far too winded to say anything.

"I'm... fine..." I eventually managed to say between gulps of air.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry!" Applejack panicked. "I didn't realize I was hurtin' you! I shouldn't have tried that. I should've known better!"

"You weren't hurting me," I assured her. I finally felt like I was starting to get my breathing back under control.

Applejack's mouth dropped in what appeared to be shock. "But... But you were strugglin'! You were trying to push me away with all of yer might!"

"Yes I was," I replied calmly. "And... yeah, I was a little scared at first, but... I swear, the longer you did that to me, the more I started to really, really like it.

Applejack's mouth closed dumbly as she struggled to take in this sudden new information. "But..." she mumbled. "Why were you fightin' to get away?"

"I, well..." I had to pause for a moment, trying to find the right words. "I wasn't struggling because I was trying to get away. Really, it was more like I was struggling because I knew that I couldn't get away. And... I dunno, I guess I really liked the fact that you had so much power over me."

Applejack's confused and concerned expression slowly morphed into one of genuine curiosity as she mulled over my words.

"In fact," I decided. "Leave your magic on and keep going. And don't ever stop what you're doing, no matter how much I fight you, okay?"

I couldn't believe what I was saying; I never understood the appeal of BDSM or any other form of dominance during sex, but something about the way Applejack had compete power over me, without any need for ropes or gags or anything else... I knew that I wanted more, and I wanted it badly.

Applejack started to slowly smile. It was a smile of pure relief that quickly morphed into a smile of pure mischief as she wrapped her almighty arms around my waist once again.

"So, let me get this straight," she said as she effortlessly lifted me off of my feet, standing tall and squeezing me tightly into her impossibly firm body, pushing my face into hers as her hot breath washed over me. She leaned forward slightly and whispered directly into my ear:

"My super strength turns you on, don't it?"

An intense chill ran through every bone in my body as she sensually whispered those words. Until that moment, I was struggling to understand what I was feeling. I wasn't sure what exactly it was about Applejack that was making me hornier than ever, until she outright said it. It felt odd to hear her speak it so bluntly, but as she effortlessly held my 170-pound body in the air as if I were weightless, I simply couldn't deny that the element of honesty had never spoken truer words than she had at that moment.

"It does," I mewled in a surprisingly fragile voice. "Please, Applejack... Have your way with me. I don't care how dangerous it might be... I want you to fuck me like only you can... And I want you to ignore my struggles... I want to know... with every fiber of my being... I want to feel the supernatural, limitless power you have over me...

"I want your all-powerful body to completely and totally ignore all of my pathetic attempts to break free as you do whatever the fuck you want with me."

For a moment, I was worried that I might have scared her away. The intensity and conviction behind my words surprised even me when I said them. But I couldn't take them back, because it was all true. Applejack said nothing in response, but kept that same sensual smile on her face as she lowered me slightly until my eyes were level with her chest. My feet were still off of the ground as she removed her left arm from my back and continued to hold me in place with only one hand.

She started to walk towards the ten-foot cliff that we had scaled a few minutes earlier, effortlessly carrying me with only one arm wrapped around my back, hugging me tightly into her inhumanly powerful body as her left arm reached behind her back and removed her necklace. After the red and orange rock hit the ground with a soft clink, she then removed the last piece of clothing between the two of us, unhooking her red brassiere and letting it slide down between us until it couldn't fall any further past the point where my body was being squished aggressively into hers.

Applejack was now standing over the edge of the cliff and holding me over it, as if she was about to drop me. I would have been scared out of my mind if any other girl was dangling me over a cliff's edge, but I knew now that Applejack would never, ever hurt me. She continued to hold me up in the air with only one arm wrapped around my waist, my face near inches from her massive breasts, finally exposed to me at last. And the were just as magnificent as I remembered them.

"So..." Applejack cooed as she snatched up the bra and tossed it blindly behind her. "How about some sloppy, aggressive super sex...?"

"Oh, fuck yes..." I moaned.

"Alright then. In ya go!"

Applejack's other hand reached around to the back of my head and pressed my face in between her huge, naked breasts. My nose, being forcibly pressed into her skin, drank in her scents; a slight mixture of man-made body wash mixed with the fragrance of the natural lake water that we all bathed in earlier this morning. She started to squeeze her chest inwards, squishing her two mounds together with her upper arms without ever easing up her iron grip on me. Her naked breasts pressed into each side of my head lightly at first, but slowly started to increase in pressure. I tried to break free and reveled in how completely useless my struggles were. No matter how hard I fought, she completely and utterly ignored my efforts. Without any tools, equipment, or even clothes of any kind, Applejack had me pinned by the most powerful force in the universe: Her own naked body.

By this point, the pressure of her breasts around my head was already well past the point of what should have been humanly possible. I could hardly even comprehend what I was feeling; the contact of her naked tits being pressed into each of my cheeks with such an impossible amount of force was one of the most arousing feelings I had ever experienced. They were so soft, my head sank deeper and deeper into the recesses of her womanly pillows, but steadily encountered more and more resistance as the pressure increased even further. I kept struggling to break out, wrestling with all of my might to free myself before the softest part of her body effortlessly crushed the hardest part of mine. I planted both of my arms on her stomach and pushed away as hard as I could, twisting and thrashing around in her grip. Still, her body didn't move a millimeter; she was just too strong. I could hear my blood pounding in my ears and it was getting hard to breath as her huge, naked tits squeezed my skull so tightly that I couldn't move a single muscle in my head.

Then, both of her hands let go of me.

Suddenly, the inhumanly firm grip that both of her hands were exerting on me just went away. I reflexively held my breath for a moment, waiting to fall the whole ten feet down to the hard rock below.

But I didn't fall.

Because Applejack was holding me up in the air with nothing but her tits.

"Oh, fuck me!!" I laughed with delight as my arms and legs dangled limply in the air, my entire body hanging from the point where my head was being firmly anchored into her impossible chest.

I suddenly started to feel a little less submissive as I was overwhelmed with a deep, longing desire to explore more of Applejack's erotic, superhuman body. My hands reached up to her massive breasts and squeezed them tightly. I couldn't even hold them entirely in my hands. They were just too big. But I blindly groped them, finding both of her nipples and digging in with my thumbs, causing Applejack to suck in a sharp breath and clench the muscles in her chest even harder.

I was quickly starting to lose air. The little air that I had inside of her padded prison was growing hot and stale from how long I was trapped in there. But I couldn't bring myself to care as I attacked the strongest breasts in the world, sinking my fingers slightly into the two pillows before contacting the steely under-layer of muscle that was keeping my entire body held aloft without any strain. I knew that if she wanted to, she could probably lift ten of me. With only her boobs.

I was feeling increasingly light-headed and my vision grew dim as I struggled to remain conscious, but I did not ask to be let out. She had complete control over whether I got to breathe or not, and I had already resigned myself to my fate. If Applejack willed it, then I was going to be suffocated in the most erotic way imaginable; knocked unconscious with nothing but the power of her bare breasts.

But then, her hands grabbed tightly onto my body once again, and the grip on my head instantly relaxed as her arms yanked my entire body upwards, shoving my face into hers. I was surprised to find her wearing a deadly serious scowl on her face.

"You have five seconds to catch your breath before I shove you back in," she growled.

Despite having all the air in the world, I somehow found it even harder to breath after she said those words, especially due to the commanding tone that she had spoken them with.

She was fully into it, now. She was abusing her super powers to exercise complete dominance over me, and she knew that I was enjoying every second of it.

I only barely managed to get a couple of shallow breaths in before she announced "Time's up," and shoved my face back into the deep valley of her cleavage and once again squeezed my head with the impossible might of her supertits. I once again reached up and played with her breasts, hardly believing that the softest parts of her body were capable of holding my entire weight so effortlessly as her hands let go of me again.

Suddenly, one of her hands grabbed tightly onto my cock and started to rub it vigorously. My cries of pleasure were completely smothered by her chest as her hand continued to stroke me. While my head was anchored firmly in place, the rest of my body was swinging around wildly as Applejack gave me a hand-job while dangling me over a cliff with her bosom.

She released me from the confines of her chest once again and lifted me up slightly higher, just enough to align my hungry penis with her thirsty clit. Then, with both hands on my ass, she shoved me inside of her again and again and again. She started to walk away from the edge of the cliff, back toward the center of the plateau, pushing me in and out of her repeatedly all the while. My entire body was being thrown around wildly as she fucked me where she stood. My feet never touched the ground as her arms flung me through the air. She used my entire body for her own personal pleasure as effortlessly as an ordinary girl would use a dildo. She just forced myself into her like a toy, over and over again, her limitless strength quickly pushing me to my breaking point as I became lost inside of the body of what might as well have been an all-powerful goddess as far as I was concerned.

She fell backwards, landing hard on the ground as my head bounced harmlessly off of one of her massive breasts. With Applejack now flat on her back and me laying on top of her, she lifted me out of her once again. She actually elevated herself a little bit, keeping her head on the ground as her hips rose slightly into the air along with my entire body that she was so effortlessly holding there. Her inhuman muscles tensed for a moment, as if bracing themselves for their hardest push yet. And sure enough, after that brief pause, she shoved me back into her harder than ever before and viciously bucked her hips, slamming her bare ass into the ground.

CRACK!!

A deafening sound of splitting rock filled the air as the ground shattered beneath her, forming a network of cracks that spider-webbed outward from where all-powerful ass slammed into the rocky surface. Then she lifted both of us up once again, and slammed both of us back down.

CRACK!!

And again.

CRACK!!

The crack in the mountain turned into a crater, and then a fissure that grew wider and wider with each thrust.

That was what did it. I felt something in me snap as my penis erupted inside of her, causing her intimate hold on my cock to clamp down even tighter, making me see stars as her two arms, each one strong enough to lift an entire parade float, manhandled me like I was an insignificant lower life-form used solely to pleasure her almighty body. My vision turned black from the intensity of cumming inside of the all-powerful woman that was splitting an entire mountain in half with her bare ass. She bucked and thrashed around as she erupted into an orgasm of her own. I would have been thrown into space by the immeasurable power of her hips if it wasn't for the immeasurable power of her hands holding me firmly in place. She nearly gave me whiplash with how she was flailing my body around as her thick, warm juices flowed out of her with the intensity of a high-powered hose.

In order to compensate for the inhumanly tight walls of her love canal, her orgasm was superhumanly strong, too. Her cum flowed right through her, rising rapidly up my dick with a complete disregard for how her pussy lips were pressed firmly around it in a nearly air-tight seal. Still, her cum poured outwards with a staggering amount of pressure. The indescribable feeling of her super-orgasm managed to force one more wad of sperm out of me, firing deep inside of and blending with her own fluids that continued to flow outward until we both ran dry.

As always, we came back down from it all too soon. I wanted to keep going. Even though I had never felt more exhausted in my entire life, I would have wanted nothing more than to spend every moment of my life making love to her. I could have spent my entire existence doing nothing but experiencing the same extreme pleasure again and again.

I was still inside of her; I tried to will myself to give her more. But unfortunately, I had nothing left to give. I went completely limp in her arms as my head flopped onto her bouncy breast once again with a meaty smack.

"Sorry," I automatically once I realized that I had just bashed my skull into one of her more sensitive areas for the second time that day.

"It's fine. I barely even felt it," she replied breathily.

"Of course you didn't," I smiled. "Don't let me fall asleep," I mumbled sleepily as my head sank into her natural womanly pillows. My eyes quickly grew heavy in the aftermath of the most intense experience any woman could ever give. "...Need to... climb back down..."

Without another word, Applejack started to get to her feet and picked me up off the ground yet again, but much gentler this time. I wrapped my arms around her neck as she carried me with only one hand cupped around my bottom. She walked both of us over to where our clothes were strewn around while her free hand picked everything up. Then, still in silence, she tucked the bundle of clothes under her armpit and placed her other arm gently behind my head as she carried me over to the cliff once again.

"Hold on tight," she instructed me.

I did as I was told, wrapping my arms and legs tightly around her. I felt her superhuman muscles tighten in anticipation and then launch both of us into the air as she jumped straight off of the cliff. I wasn't scared; I was too tired to be scared of anything at the moment; too tired to care.

With a slight jolt, Applejack landed on the rocky mountain below, caving in the ground beneath her as the soles of her bare feet effortlessly overpowered the hard rock of the mountain. Before I could even process what had happened, we had both landed safely down at the bottom of the only major obstacle that we had faced during our entire climb.

"Alright, you can relax now," she said gently as she cradled me in her arms like a mother carrying her child. "Y'all go ahead and get some sleep now. I'll carry you back down, and I'll wake ya once we get to the pond where we can wash off, okay?"

"...I love you," I sighed dreamily into her neck. I couldn't think of anything else to say. My vision grew dark as I started to drift off in her soft but unbreakable embrace. A small part of me found it funny how the same woman that had just finished giving the most savage and aggressive sex imaginable was now gingerly holding me in an embrace that was gentle enough to fall asleep in.

Applejack was always kind-hearted and dependable in all things, and I knew that she would do anything for me, and I would do anything for her. I never really thought before about how lucky I was to have her. She was the only woman in the world to have the kind of superhuman strength that everyone else could only dream about, and yet she seemed to have absolutely no complaints about using her one-of-a-kind power to give me everything I could ever want. For any other man on earth, having a girlfriend with super powers was nothing but a fairy tale.

As Applejack's infinitely powerful arms carried me downhill like I was weightless, it started to truly sink in: I have a super girlfriend.

Unlike the fictional superheroines that other guys can only dream about, Applejack was real. She was the only living, breathing woman in the world that can split a mountain in half with her raw, unfathomable strength; the same strength, I had just learned, that could give pleasure to a man with a level of fervor and intensity that nobody else on the planet would ever be able to experience.

Because there was only one girl in the universe with that kind of gift, and she was all mine.

As she began our trek back down the mountain, I started to truly realize how lucky I was to be so close to Applejack and her friends. Really, I think that any man would be lucky to have any one of those girls. Not only are all seven of them genuinely fun and friendly, but each one of them had a powerful magical ability bound to their souls. They were the only seven girls in existence that had the same supernatural abilities that were usually associated with fictional comic books. For many guys, having a girl like that was like the ultimate fantasy, and I was one of the only men alive that was capable of living it.

A small part my mind wondered if the other six of them ever used their own magical powers to pleasure their own lovers, giving all of their men out-of-this-world experiences that no other woman could give them.

Like I said, I knew without a doubt that any man would be lucky to have any one of them.

And, after experiencing the unrivalled pleasure of being fucked senseless by a supremely powerful superwoman... and after seeing Applejack switch from being a sexy, superhuman dominatrix to being a gentle giant that carried my weary body away on the otherworldly might of her own two legs, I idly wondered what higher power I should thank for blessing me with such an incredible woman as I drifted off to sleep in her arms.

Author's Note

If you spot any mistakes, please let me know ASAP so I can correct them for future readers.

Well, I hope you enjoyed my superpower fetish porn. I seriously just came up with this idea one day, made a FimFiction account, and wrote it all down. I don't have any ideas for any other stories; I just really wanted to get this one out there.

On another note, when I published the first chapter of this fic, I said that I was going to post every chapter in order from worst to best, in my own opinion.

In the end, I still stand by the order that I initially chose, more-or-less. I still think that Sunset's chapter is the most lackluster and Applejack's chapter is the hottest one in the entire set.

But now, I'm legitimately wondering... In order from worst to best, how would YOU rate these chapters?

Share your own personal lists in the comments. I'm genuinely curious.

Too Much, Too Young, Too Fast

"You're not breathing right," Rainbow Dash called to me from across the weight room.

I would have responded if I wasn't holding my breath as I struggled with the weight of the barbell in my hands.

Every Saturday, Rainbow Dash would walk into school, completely alone, and use the fitness room in private in order to keep herself in peak physical condition. Nobody else in the school had the privilege to come and go into the school building as they see fit, but Rainbow Dash managed to persuade Principal Celestia and Vice Principle Luna to give her a spare set of keys to the building (probably due to the fact that she helped save the entire class four times now).

But today, for the first time, I actually joined her for the day, bringing the total number of occupants in the school building to two. Just me and Dash.

When we first walked into the weight room, she gave me a quick crash course on the proper methods of weight-lifting. Apparently, the first rule was to not put too much weight on the bar. As self-explanatory as that sounds, a lot of people accidentally break that rule, according to Rainbow. She said that you should try to set the bar with enough weight that you can pump out at least eight to twelve slow reps before getting tired. Apparently, it doesn't benefit your body very much to load the bar with an amount of weight that you can barely lift, especially if you don't have a spotter. That all made perfect sense to me.

The second weight-lifting rule, however, was a bit more of a surprise. Apparently, there is a proper breathing technique when you lift. You're supposed to inhale while you lower the weight, and exhale whenever you push the weight up and away from you. For some reason, that just felt unnatural to me. I kept subconsciously holding my breath whenever I lift the weights upward, and then I quickly inhale and exhale when I lower it. Apparently that is incorrect, as Rainbow Dash had just pointed out to me for the third time of the day.

I forced myself to breath in the "correct" way again, and continued my bench presses until I made it to twelve. My arms were getting sore from their exertions by that point, constantly crying out for me to stop. But, I knew from the start that weight lifting wasn't supposed to be pleasant, and I felt like I could do a couple more. So, I ignored the burning feeling in my biceps and made it to fifteen reps before my arms started to really hurt.

Honestly, I may have pushed myself too far. I was actually struggling to put the weight back on the bar and wondered if I might have to yell for Rainbow Dash to run over and help me.

But, with no small amount of strain, I put the barbell back on the rack and flopped into the bench I was laying on, taking deep, laborious breaths in the aftermath of my completed set. There were only fifteen pounds of weight on each side of the bar I was lifting. Honestly, I felt pretty pathetic, struggling to lift only thirty pounds of additional weight. But, I reminded myself, the bar itself was forty-five pounds, meaning that I was benching seventy-five pounds in total.

But it still looked light, with only those two small weights on each side of the bar. I knew that it weighed seventy-five pounds, but it didn't look impressive in the slightest. I'm sure that Rainbow Dash could probably bench double the weight that I could, and Applejack could probably triple it, even without her geode.

I made a mental note not to take too long of a break and looked over towards Rainbow to see how she was doing.

She was working the leg press in a loose tank top, a tight pair of gym shorts, and of course, a familiar blue rock around her neck. Her navy blue tank top stuck slightly to the growing amount of sweat on her body. Her breasts only had the slightest curve to them before the rest of her chest completely flattened out further down.

I actually asked her once if her bust size ever bothered her. She firmly answered "No," because, in her own words, "I had to choose between being fit or being pretty, and I chose to be fit. Because, unlike beauty, fitness actually has a point to it." I knew that she meant every word of what she said, and she had a body to back it up.

Her sleeveless shirt showed off every inch of her athletic arms. Every muscle bulged and rolled subtly underneath her skin, like a landscape of hills and valleys running down her body. But her pecs didn't swell hugely outward to the point where it was distracting. She didn't have Bulk Biceps' arms; she had the picture-perfect image of an average female fitness model; her muscles were smooth and feminine, but undoubtedly strong enough to kick your ass at any physical contest you dared to challenge her to.

Past her arms and her loose top was a pair of tight, form-fitting sweat shorts covering up only a small part of her thighs. Like her arms, Rainbow's legs had features that were practically the polar opposite of standard feminine beauty. Instead of being soft and curvy, her legs were just like her arms; long, hard, muscled, and without a single gram of fat anywhere to be found. As she continued to press hard against the two hundred fifty pounds of weight on the machine, the muscles in her legs expanded and contracted rhythmically beneath her skin. I couldn't help but stare at her powerful lower body pushing against an amount of weight that was far beyond what I could ever do. I let myself get briefly distracted by the sight of the substantial amount of lead being pushed away by the fastest set of legs in the school.

I started to feel a tightness inside of my shorts. And unfortunately, I was wearing a very flexible pair of gym shorts, so the bulge could not possibly be any more noticeable. I went back to my weights, praying that she didn't notice. Maybe, I hoped, she would be interested in helping me... "get rid of it," but I didn't want to go there just yet. The topic of sex had never come up in the couple weeks we've been dating, and I was fine with keeping it that way, at least for a while.

"You ready to switch yet?" Rainbow asked.

"In a minute," I answered as calmly as I could. "I think I can do one more set." I then immediately took the weight off of the bar, trying to keep my mind off of Rainbow's body long enough to go limp again.

"I think you should stop your bench presses for now," Rainbow argued, already walking over towards me. "You've done enough already, and if you overexert yourself, it will really suck, trust me." I felt like the weight that was in my arms was significantly heavier than it was before as Rainbow Dash stood by my side, her 6' 1" frame looming over me.

She was right, of course, but I just needed to act like it was fine until I could hide my boner away. "I'm not overexerting myself," I lied. "I got this, trust me."

Rainbow Dash put both hands underneath the bar I was struggling with and said "No you don't. Now let go, I'll put the weight back."

"Just help me out, you don't need to do it yourself," I hissed through clenched teeth.

"Let go," she commanded.

So, I did. I took my hands off of the bar completely and watched as Rainbow Dash curled the massive weight that I was struggling to bench. Her face scrunched up slightly as she lifted the hefty weight up towards the rack. It clearly wasn't an easy feat, but she was doing it.

The sight of her athletic arms lifting such a heavy weight from such a sub-optimal position started to make me hard again. Once the weight was back safely on the stand, she flashed me a victorious smirk.

Then, her eyes shot to my groin.

"Well what do you know?" she asked with a downright predatory smile. "Did you like that?"

"Uuuuuggggghhhh," I groaned in embarrassment. "Shut up. I can't help it when that happens."

"You can't help it around me, you mean," Rainbow Dash grinned.

"Let's just switch spots already," I suggested, already sitting up.

Rainbow Dash's hand flashed out on top of my chest, and slowly pushed me back down. "Actually..." she thought out loud as she stretched a leg out over me, straddling herself over my prone form. "While we're here, why don't we try a different kind of exercise?"

...

Holy shit, is she talking about what I think she is??

Rainbow Dash took off her necklace and dropped it onto the floor. The gesture, combined with her words and body language were completely scrambling my brain.

She's talking about sex. She has to be! ...No, calm down, she's just removing her jewelry... Probably just to make this perfectly normal exercise more comfortable. Yeah, that makes sense!

Then, Rainbow Dash took off her shirt.

Fuck me, this is really happening!

I barely even registered the black sports bra covering her upper chest, because my entire brain was focusing entirely on the fact that she had abs.

Like the rest of her sexy athletic body, Rainbow Dash's abdominal muscles weren't dramatic enough to be distracting, but they were undeniably there. A small hint of a classic six-pack sat subtly below the skin of her firm, lithe naval. I only sat there in shocked silence, my pulse pounding harder and harder as she pulled my own shirt up over my body, then pulled down my pants, and finally my underwear. Then, she began to undress herself, pulling down her shorts to reveal her rock-hard, naked thighs. Then, with little ceremony, she dropped her underwear to the floor, as well.

Her black, tightly-fitted sports bra was now the only piece of clothing between the two of us. I tilted my head up just a little bit in order to properly drink in her nearly naked figure, while being careful not to smack my head into the weight that was still hanging over me.

"Let's get rid of this thing," Rainbow said, looking towards the weight in question. And then, once again, she put her hands underneath the bar and picked it up from her standing position.

...Only it was so much sexier this time, due to her having shed most of her clothes while she did it. Again, she gritted her teeth and her arms locked up at ninety degree angles as she swiveled her body to the side. While her arms continued to hold the weight, her core started to tense, as well. Without any shirt or shorts covering her up, I could clearly see every muscle of her body subtly shift around underneath her exposed skin as she moved the metal bar aside. Her biceps, triceps, abdominals, and leg muscles all tightened up, bulging slightly outward as she conquered that weight that I was struggling so hard with earlier. Once she had the weighty lump of lead in a safe position, she quickly set the weight down onto the floor with a loud thud.

Panting slightly, she looked back to me and locked her eyes with mine for only a moment before she sat her naked ass down on top of my naked thighs. My heart was running wild at the feeling of her firm rear pressing into my legs. Then, she lifted her hips up slightly and positioned her slit directly over my now very erect dick.

"I hope you can handle more than twelve reps of this," she growled. Then, without any warning, she dropped her entire weight onto the bench at once, impaling herself all the way down my rod.

"Oh fuck!" I cried out in shock. The sudden shift from 0 to 100 nearly made me see stars. "Don't you want to... you know, slowly ease into this?" I wheezed.

"'Slowly ease into it?'" she repeated sarcastically. "Do you even know me?"

She lifted herself off of me, then quickly shoved her self all the way back down again. I shuddered violently inside of her. She was inhumanely tight. Her entire lower body was sculpted into a physique that was specifically designed to have as much strength and dexterity as possibly. And I could feel the fruits of her labor. Her slim hips once again lifted her streamlined butt off of my dick and them dropped back onto it, causing yet another wave of pleasure to rock throughout my body as my penis was squeezed tightly between her powerful thighs.

Her thrusts started to slowly pick up speed. Her upper body did not move an inch, because it didn't need to. Her hips, thighs, and abs worked together to spear herself on top of me again and again. Her legs moved like steel pistons, ramming her lower body into mine faster and faster.

Suddenly, a pair of blue wings materialized behind her in a flash of white light. I was so lost in the sensations of being inside of her, that I barely noticed. I also didn't notice that her thrusts had already reached a level of speed that should not be physically attainable by the human body. It happened so gradually that I didn't even notice the fact that... well...

...

It's difficult to describe, what it felt like. Because, the very nature of describing something requires that the person you are explaining it to has had a similar experience for him/her to connect the description with. If I had said that something tasted like chicken, but the person I was explaining that to had never tasted chicken before, than it would end up being very difficult to describe exactly what I was tasting.

In this case, it's difficult to describe what Rainbow Dash's body was doing to mine, because no other man has ever felt a sensation like it before.

Her powerful leg muscles drove herself all the way down my penis, until her firm, naked crotch rammed into mine. The inner walls of her vagina wrapped tightly around me as it viciously forced its way all the way down, until my whole entire cock was smothered in the walls of her intimacy. I felt the tip of my dick penetrating her, shoving its way even further inside of her magnificent body. Then, without using any of the momentum we were building, she yanked herself off of me, sliding all the way back up my dick until it was just barely touching the folds of her pussy lips. Then, she thrust her hips back down, engulfing my throbbing member and repeating that wonderfully sensual process all over again.

Now...

Try to imagine yourself feeling all of those sensations, over and over again...

At a rate of approximately thirty times per second.

Rainbow's entire lower body was moving like an incomprehensible blur, her hips slamming into mine at a speed that couldn't possibly be followed by the naked eye. The feeling of being ruthlessly pounded by the incalculable speed and force of her superhuman pelvis, the sight of her exposed body moving in a way that no other girl can... It felt like my brain was about to shut down. I was being completely and utterly overwhelmed by the indescribable feeling being fucked at superhuman speed by a star athlete in peak physical condition.

While she continued her aggressive, lightning-fast assault on my penis, her strong arms reached around the back of my head and pulled me in for a kiss. Her tongue forced its way into my mouth and-

Her tongue was moving at super-speed, too!!

Her tongue was wrestling with mine, then it was on the roof of my mouth, then it was on the inside of the right cheek, than the left cheek, then it was pinning my tongue to the floor of my mouth, than it played with my cheeks again. And it did all of that in the span of less than a second.

She attacked the inside of my mouth with a speed and force that is simply impossible for any other woman to even comprehend, let alone achieve. And all while her naked, super-powered ass continued to ram into me over and over again with the speed and force of an industrial jackhammer. Her nude lower body was grinding me further and further into the padded bench I was laying on. I felt myself getting helplessly buried into the padded bench by the otherworldly power of her bare, superhuman hips.

I came in violent spurts; I didn't even know that I was close, but I suddenly found myself shooting my sperm as deep as I could into her. It was just too much, too fast. I nearly blacked out as I was rocked by the most sudden and violent orgasm that I would probably ever experience. Even though this was my first time, I could say that with absolute certainty that I would probably never experience anything like it again.

She didn't stop moving, either. Her hips continued to rocket up and down my erupting penis like a high-powered industrial machine and her mouth stayed locked with mine as I unloaded every ounce I could muster into her perfect body. Soon, however, I ran dry, and my head suddenly started to feel very heavy after the intensity of what I had just experienced. I would have outright collapsed if Rainbow wasn't still holding my head close to hers and preventing me from falling to the floor. I felt so drained, so completely and totally exhausted.

Her super fast movements slowed down the moment she saw me go limp. The constant pounding of her hips settled down until they eventually returned to a normal human pace, then stopped altogether. Soon, she too was sitting still in the aftermath of our first time.

So much incomparable pleasure had happened so quickly, that I only now realized that the sex lasted less than twenty seconds.

"I'm... sorry..." I managed to squeak out between labored breaths. "I should have... lasted... longer..." I panted. "So sorry..."

Rainbow Dash pulled me in for a firm hug, pressing my naked torso into the smooth contours of her abs and into the firm fabric of her sports bra that she had never even taken off. The realization that she still had some clothes on distressed me even further. I couldn't even hold out until she was completely naked. How embarrassing is that?

Rainbow Dash didn't seem to be judging me, though. She simply wrapped her sturdy arms around me even tighter and pushed her face into mine until our noses touched.

"Don't worry about it," she purred with the most sexy, arrogant smirk I had ever seen on her face. "I doubt that any guy could last very long inside of me."

Author's Note

If you notice any errors, please leave a comment so I can fix it for future viewers. Constructive criticism is also welcome.