The Kiss Of The Pony

“Thus I have heard, at one point.”

You lift your head, open your eyes, and look left.

“Really?” You ask.

She stands in front of the Sun. Although she looks incredibly beautiful in its light – the white and sparkling aura covering her body from behind makes her look like an angel from beyond the highest heaven possible – the tension in your temples from the squinting of your eyes breaks your blissful concentration.

“Well, yeah,” Rainbow said. “How can I forget something like that.”

Your neck starts to hurt. You turn your head back, place your chin on top of the hands resting on the towel, one palm on top of the other, and focus your eyes on the fine yellow sand.

“Can you believe it?! Rainbow Dash, Wonderbolt Number One, lightning fast, unstoppable, unreachable, beyond everypony else.”

You giggle. Classic Rainbow.

“I bet you heard it from Scootaloo,” you say.

You lift your upper body, then turn around and feel the warmth of the Sun on your belly and chest.

“No. Well, yes. Well, no. Maybe,” Rainbow says. “It’s not my fault she’s the only member of my fanclub and my number one fan. But soon everyone else will join and say the same. Ponies aren’t stupid, y’know? They sense a legend in the making when they see one.”

You can’t hold your smile away while admiring her.

Like always.

The pegasus with the hair and tail of all the colours of the rainbow who had captivated your heart the first moment you saw her grin and the sparkle of her magenta eyes looks at you with her typical smile, innocent and carefree. She stands with her forelegs resting on a multicoloured beach ball, deformed under their pressure – you really need to pump the thing full of air – and moves her body right and left. Her coat blends perfectly with the clear blue expanse of the sky while her tail and mane, liquid gold shimmering across their surface, their tips waving under the caresses of a soft breeze, create the illusion of shifting rainbow blaze.

“She’s the second best fan,” you say, smiling. “I was, am, and will be your first.”

“She was my number one fan before we even met,” Rainbow says. “You couldn’t have been my number one fan before we started hanging out.”

She lifts her forehooves and throws the ball at you.

You catch the ball and wrap your arms around it, resting your chin on the white circle at the upper pole of the toy. It was Rainbow’s favourite plaything this summer. Courtesy of you.

You throw the ball back to her.

“Your image was there,” you say. “I removed the dust from my heart, and saw you reflected in it.”

Rainbow jumps, her wings fluttering, and catches the ball. Little clouds of sand, shimmering, dance around her feet as she touches the ground.

“But how could you know it was me? We’ve never met before last autumn.”

She throws the ball back to you.

You catch it.

“You were always there. I just forgot you. For a little while,” you say, smiling. Although you try to keep a joking tone, you heart twists in that pleasant and blissful way so typical of love with every word you say.

You throw the ball back to her.

Rainbow catches it, this time without jumping, and places it on the sand.

“Soooo cheesy,” she says. Your eyes, however, pick a light blush on her cheeks.

“It works,” you say.

“Here, maybe. In Equestria, don’t think so.”

You feel warmth behind her joking tone and love slipping through her blissful and serene smile. She knows you got her, but tries to keep her cool.

So... Rainbow.

“I guess people – ponies – in Equestria are more perceptive. Here, if you say something nice to a person, something that tickles their vanity and self-love, even if inside you don’t really mean it, you can land yourself a good life. That’s how I did it,” you say.

Rainbow kicks the ball toward you.

“Sure,” she says.

“I’m not kidding,” you say, catching the ball. “I can take you to a bar and then you’ll see how with a little word here and a little word there I will persuade them to do what I want them to do till all is done and it’s too late to care.”

“It can’t be that easy?” Rainbow, shocked, asks. “What about their being? People must feel what you are on the inside. I always feel it.”

“Sadly, people here don’t have this ability. They’ve lost it,” you say, throwing the ball at Rainbow with the last word rolling off your tongue. “Just dress nicely, make you hair look good, take a shower, straighten your shoulders, put a smile on your face, and you’re ready to go. Not a single person will ever give a damn, let alone feel, your core until very, very, very much later, if at all. To be successful here, you must look good, talk good, and say the right things at the right time. You could have no being, be the vilest thing imaginable on the inside. As long as you look good, respectable, you’re fine.”

Rainbow catches the ball, bending backward a little. Your eyes shift down to her groin and catch the outline of her mound through her rainbow bikini. Rainbow straightens up; the outline is gone.

“I think you’re stretching it too much now,” Rainbow says, half smiling. “It can’t be that bad?”

You shrug. “It is that bad. Everyone’s always lying to each other. To themselves, too. If everybody were honest, believe me, everything would’ve been different.”

“But why nopony can feel what the other is like on the inside?” Rainbow, apprehensive, asks. "I, my friends, almost all the ponies I know, can smell out if someone’s essentially good or bad no matter how he looks. That’s why I’m with you. You’re the first human I’ve met here that feels, I don’t know, not angry about everything all the time.”

“Most of the people on this planet can’t see anything past their nose. If they were to raise their head and pay attention to the world and people around them, they would have their functions restored in no time.”

“Why not work on it, then?” she says. “It’s not that difficult. Even a filly can do it. I’m always doing it. Being aware of what’s happening inside you and outside you at the same time is entry level stuff for a good flier.”

The ball returns into your hands.

“I’ve already explained it to you, remember?” you answer, eyes looking at the ball. “It’s too much work. It’s better to be passive than active – this is the way people think here.”

“Stupid.”

“I know,” you sigh, then look into Rainbow’s eyes. “But it’s how things are. Their loss. At least it’s nice to know that there are other and better places. Gives hope.”

Rainbow smiles. Her eyes sparkle in the sunlight.

How much depth and beauty her eyes hold...You have never seen eyes so alive, so brilliant, before meeting Rainbow. You remember an endless parade of empty and dull eyes, some half closed, some bulging out, all having that look of someone lost in dreams, looking at things no one but them could see. The most difficult thing was to keep eye contact, and not because you were physically, mentally, and morally weak, but because it felt like staring at a corpse. Worst of all was the immutability of this stare, for whether the other person was happy or angry his or her eyes remained the same: empty and dull. Dead.

Rainbow...Rainbow is different. You can get forever lost in her stare, ever present, always bright. When talking to her, by the look in her eyes you know she is there with you, not lost in thoughts past or future. By looking into her magenta eyes as clear as crystal or the sky, you can see the constant shifting of emotions: from overflowing happiness when she tells about another successful stunt to heavy sadness when she remembers Twilight’s tree library, from piercing anger when some trick doesn’t work out the way she wants to all embracing love when you two sit on the roof your house and watch the naked splendour of the night.

“To be honest, you really know how to make awesome compliments,” Rainbow says, winking with her left eye.

“I make them because you’re awesome. Simple as that.”

You throw the ball back to her. Rainbow jumps, and you notice that you miscalculated a bit. As a result only the tips of her hooves touch the ball, and it plops onto the sand right behind her.

Rainbow turns around, bends down, and places her forelegs on it. As her tail flickers left and right, your direct your attention to the sight it reveals for one second and then obscures for another. You see the fabric of her bikini coming together and disappearing between her hindquarters and then reappearing, bulging, between her legs moved apart.

As you look at that wonderful place, you can imagine her soft and puffy mounds and the veils of pink and the little jewel they contained within rubbing against the prismatic fabric of her bikini. The tips of your hands tingle with a desire to move on the edges of her petals, to sink into her warm, moist, pulsating secret heart, and to caress her red ruby. Saliva floods your mouth at the image of her glistening lotus, covered in transparent nectar ready for your tongue. Your penis is hard and rubbery while your whole pelvis, back to front, is tingling with pleasurable electricity threatening to melt you away.

So many thoughts, so many reactions, in less than a minute: the power of fascination.

Rainbow turns her head to look at you. Unbelievable warmth spreads through your chest as you look at her with the Sun reflecting gold from her prismatic mane and sapphire coat.

She is awesome, indeed.

What amazes you the most about Rainbow is her innocence, purity, and genuineness, yet all these words can’t describe fully and correctly that utterly perfect combination of natural sensuality and pure innocence Rainbow exuded through her presence, action, and being.

Like a cat she moves, every movement precise, natural, and liquid. Sensual. Down to the little swing of her wings, to the subtlest turn of her head, to the smallest stretch of her back Rainbow’s grace goes. You can look at her flying for hours, enthralled by the plasticity of her body, by how fluid and alive her movements are, and by how much emotion they convey. Even now, after a year of intense interest, you still get excited just from watching her move around the house or do warm up exercises before dropping into flight. And when Rainbow dons the clothes you’ve bought for her, you feel as you are struck by a thunderbolt. Especially when she wears those short black shorts that barely reach the middle of her thighs.

Sometimes Rainbow does act sensual on purpose – when she wants to embrace you, for example – but not in the way humans were accustomed to. No dirty talk, no hints, no extravagant clothing. Nothing but action and direct emotions expressed through her soulful eyes and beautiful face.

She only needs to wear some shorts and a white shirt then approach you from behind, wrap her forelegs around your chest, and exhale her warm breath onto your neck. At other times she comes to you in the kitchen or the living room all dressed up, smiles, then starts pleasuring herself till she looks flushed and the space is filled with the musky and fishy smell of arousal and you, charged and excited, come to help. Other times she stands or sits next to you, either naked or in clothes, takes your hand, puts it right between her legs, onto her warm softness, and guides your fingers up and down her wet and smooth petals from the lower end to the little hard jewel on the upper point until you are ready for the embrace. Rainbow is very direct when she wants surrender to you, doesn’t need to add anything to her natural and innocent sensuality, and states in a very straight way what she wants without recourse to any stupid and cringy charade. It feels natural, sensual, and at the same time very pure in an inexpressible way.

What surprises you the most is how she knows when you are willing to respond to her advances. She never tries to stimulate you when you aren’t in the mood even if you were available for love and not busy writing or reading or doing household chores. You wish you had this ability, although it's Rainbow who does the work in most of the cases.

You learned a very long time ago how to remain sexually tranquil and bring back the libido from the outward source of attraction. Before Rainbow you didn’t find out any woman attractive, not because you were a prude or didn’t look hot, but because you knew that mind, the eye of beholder, decides what is attractive and what is not. By remaining tranquil in the face of extreme attraction you managed to overcome the mind and feel the female body free from every mentally imposed concept, be it attraction or disgust. What you won was unbelievable freedom, extolled by many, known to few.

Then, Rainbow came.

She turned you upside down.

For starters, she managed to arouse you just by smiling. Not a single girl or woman managed to get such a response out of you even before you decided to purify your mind. When you started meeting Rainbow, you saw her wide open smile and shining eyes and you were erect as if you were a teenager dropped right into the middle of female showers in the pool. At first you didn’t understand your reaction, partly because it nullified your achievement in purifying women of your conceptualizations, partly because it wasn’t related to anything sexual at all. You never felt guilty about it, really, but confused about the timing and the source. With time, you accepted and enjoyed it. You guessed that it was your body’s way to express excitement when seeing her.

Then there was the sense of openness Rainbow gave to you, that of your head being free from the clutter hiding in the corners as if a fresh wind blew the windows wide open and swished all the piles of dust and decayed cobwebs away from the room of your mind. The moment you spotted Rainbow, the sensation of being cleaned swept through your head then was replaced by freshness, lightness, purity, as if spring at it most beautiful had flowered inside. The most interesting thing, however, was that the feeling of purity lasted for the whole day afterwards, for hours after you smiled your last goodbye to her. Never before had someone made you feel in this way. You’ve met lots of women – some that were attracted to you, some were not – but never had one caused you to feel this peculiar freshness. In most cases, the moment she was gone you stopped caring about her: out of sight, out of mind. With Rainbow… You could feel her touch for days at a time. That how special she was.

And special she still is.

“When you look at me that way, I can believe that you’re my number one fan,” Rainbow says, waking you up from your trance.

“In what way?” You ask, smiling.

“Like there’s no one and nothing else except me,” Rainbow says.

“There exist no one and nothing except you,” you answer. “All else is just a dream.”

Rainbow giggles, shades of pink creeping on her cheeks.

Her forelegs propped on the ball, her head turned towards you, Rainbow bends a little bit forward and starts moving her behind slowly left and right. As she shifts left, her rainbow tail goes right; as shifts right, her tail goes left.

You watch mesmerized at the way the puffiness between her legs disappears as her thighs come together and then reappears again. The tense ball of arousal forms in your stomach and your fingers tingle with the desire to run down the curves of her behind barely touching the surface of her skin, reach the back of her knees, then go up and inward toward the warm and soft flower hidden in between. You can imagine the throbbing heat that would envelop your index finger when it would be a few inches away from her most intimate place and how you would then turn your finger soft side up and bring it towards the moist fabric of her panties and finally touch, lightly, gently, like a wind caressing the petals of a rose, the softness of her lotus.

You look up from Rainbow’s behind to her face and see desire and love and longing in her eyes. Your heart melts as pleasant shivers rush from the bottom of your spine to your head. Only one thing, one desire, reigns in your mind: to embrace her tenderly; to hug her lightly; kiss her softly all over; to caress gently with the tips of your fingers her beautiful face then her shoulders, her sides, the sensitive places underneath her wings, and the curves of her behind; to fondle the inner side of her legs and her secret folds; to see her relax, melt and surrender to the slow motions of pleasure in your arms when you move your thunderbolt inside her throbbing and humid lotus and feel welcomed and loved therein, her head resting on your right shoulder, her forelegs around your neck, and her hindlegs warm against your sides, her loving eyes looking all absorbing, all accepting into yours; and then to dissolve, totally and irretrievably, into to her loving and embracing warmth as the electric waves of orgasm make your body wave, pulsate, and throb, and make your mind with all its ceaseless fluctuations stop.

Rainbow’s smile widens. A twinkle of lighthearted mischief passes through her lively eyes.

She lifts her left foreleg from the surface of the deflated ball and places it on her left thigh, caressing her mark – a cartoon styled cloud with a thunderbolt made from a red, a yellow, and a blue stripe going out from its bottom side, zigzagging once, then dwindling into a sharp tip halfway towards her knee – in slow circular motions.

Still smiling she moves her left hoof up till the white border her bikini and runs it forward to her belly, then back toward her tail. Mesmerized, you watch her hoof moving along the thin strip of white and reaching the inverted triangle that forms the backside of her underwear. As the hoof goes down along one side its tip brushes the topmost and widest stripe of red, then of orange, yellow, green, and blue, and finally obscures the violet apex at the point where the fabric disappears into her groove.

At that point Rainbow slides her hoof underneath the stretchy garment. All across her butt and groin the bikini becomes taut, forming a little delicious furrow between her legs.

You decide it’s time to take action. Rainbow wants it, and you feel ready to embrace her tenderly and softly.

You stand up, feeling reinvigorated and light, as if you’ve drunk high quality black tea. Pleasant warmth tickles your chest and nipples as you look at Rainbow’s innocent and happy but a bit mischievous face. Every time the tickle goes up into your head you smile like a goofy kid who has yet to grok the terrors and sorrows of the disenchanted grown up world. The golden sands shines brighter than before. The sea looks unusually blue. And the sky...You are swallowed by its boundlessness and all encompassing emptiness just by looking at its soft and intense hue.

Returning your stare back to Rainbow you are confused by the way she and the sky feel the same, as if no difference exists between the twain. No. Rainbow feels different. The sky is still and cool, while Rainbow in addition has dynamism and boundless energy as manifested by her vibrant mane and tail with the colours seeming to shift and flow one into another when touched by a breeze or wind.

You look down at the tent in your Hawaiian shorts then back at Rainbow, her left hoof moving up and down beneath the bikini, her tail resting against her right hindleg. Your hands tingle from the excitement of flowing along her curves, along her ridges, and down into her valley. Your mouth is moist from craving for her red, warm, soft and welcoming lips wet with the delicious moisture of love.

You take one step towards her.

The playful twinkle flares up in Rainbow’s eyes. Her smiles widens.

You stop. A lamp switches on in your brain and a large all knowing grin spreads across your face. You get what she wants.

So... like her.

“Can I have this one?” Rainbow asks. “I really like when you look at me that way.”

You cross your arms around your chest, tilt your head down and frown, then kick the sand with your right foot.

You’re not mad at her. Not at all. It’s one of Rainbow’s little quirks. And you enjoy it. Very much, in fact. You enjoy everything that makes Rainbow happy.

Rainbow giggles. “We’ll do it together later, okay? I really want this one.”

“Do you still think I can say no to you?” You say, smiling already.

Rainbow’s eyes shine with mirth.

“Watch and enjoy,” she, cheerful, says.

You obey her and sit down cross legged onto the towel, your penis a little tower in your groin. You’re happy that you’re closer to Rainbow. If you stretch your arm you can touch her soft backside and sweep your hand down over her buttocks. You won’t do it. That’s not what Rainbow wants right now.

All she wants is your full undisturbed attention and your unwavering flow of devotion. Nothing else.

Rainbow smiles wider, then moves her left hoof further underneath the prismatic fabric of her bikini. With the material lifted off you can see parts of her concealed blue coat. Even though what she brings to your vision is nothing special, your erection grows harder, your mouth moister.

She moves her hoof down and brings the little string of fabric up from between her butt. Your eyes, however, dart below.

Just as you get a little glimpse of her swollen flower – a glimpse of pink cuddled in cushions of blue – Rainbow moves her hoof up. The fabric returns back to the place and conceals the delightful treasure, the thin string disappears back between her hills, and that little bit of her behind that was visible before becomes obscured by bright colours.

Pure Rainbow. Always knows how to excite and captivate the crowd.

She smiles happily as she moves her left hoof on her personal mark and caresses it up and down as if it were her most prized possession. She then shifts her hoof to the front of her thigh and brings it back on the half deflated ball.

Her right hoof, on the other hand, goes up onto her right leg.

Rainbow winks, then lifts her hindleg a bit and moves it left, giving you a better view of her crotch. She bends forward over the ball, turns her head away from you, and looks down, her left hindleg still poised in the air.

Her right hoof moves up her thigh, then slides down between her legs. Her hoof goes over the most distant stripes of violet and blue that hide her pubic mound, then the green one right over the top border of her flower beneath which her little ruby rests waiting for your touch. Stripes of yellow and orange vanish next as her hoof moves further in. Finally it swallows the little triangle of red whose tip disappears between her buttocks. The eclipse is complete.

The hoof recedes slowly, delicately, back like a languid wave on a windless day and you see the red, the orange, and the yellow stripes again. Instead of retreating further, her hoof stops over the green line. On the orange and the yellow stripes you can see glimmering wetness her hoof left in its wake.

As her hoof returns again onto the yellow and orange stripes Rainbow closes her eyes and moves her pelvis forwards. As her hoof slides back up, this time really back, back to her mound shadowed by violet and blue, she resumes her previous position. What was a line of glimmering dampness a moment ago is a formless blotch that has spread towards her thighs, the prismatic material clinging to the soft skin of her conch, highlighting her valley.

Your penis is hardest it has ever been, sizzling with invisible and pleasant electricity. The ball of the tension in your stomach is enormous. It tests the limit of your will, wants you to put your hands on the warm sand and lunge your head forward so that you could kiss lightly, lovingly, that softness behind the curtain of yellow, orange, red, and green; and feel its warmth, sweetness, wetness, on your lips. Your hands tingle with the desire to be planted on Rainbow’s thighs and moved up and down, to feel her soft hair grazing gently against their palms.

How much you wanted to hug and kiss Rainbow. To dissolve in her loving warmth…

Rainbow, however, is in her own state now. She puts her left hindleg back onto the ground and straightens up. Her treasure is gone. You can see only the red tip of the red stripe disappearing into her crack, nothing more. Her right hoof moves back onto her belly.

Rainbow moves her right hoof back onto the crotch and shifts it slowly in circles, the fabric of her panties stretching across her buttocks. Her eyes, relaxed, clear, are fixed on her crotch. A little smile creeps on her face.

Rainbow pushes her hoof up to her navel then back down again. This time she let it slide underneath her bikini. As her hoof goes beneath the fabric, her panties tightening across her groin and rump, Rainbow once again closes her eyes, bends down over the ball, and lifts her left hindleg a little and moves it left, restoring to your sight her secret and veiled heart.

Rainbow’s crotch swells up as her hoof moves between her legs, lifting up the damp and glistening stripes shadowing her binding mouth. Through the fissures between the fabric and the body by her left leg you can see the blue of her hoof moving slowly and delicately shifting.

Like the previous times, as her hoof moves across her lotus Rainbow bends her head and pelvis forward. When the swelling in her bikini goes away and the fabric clings back to her groin she brings her head and pelvis backwards, closer to you. It looks as if a wave passes through her body from the bottom to the top, or as if Rainbow has turned into a snake going upwards, higher and higher.

Rainbow continues the fondling of her bloom. She bends down each time her hoof goes between, eyes closed, smile of ecstasy on her face, stimulating your tongue by bulging out the wet, shining, dark fabric of her garment. Each time her hoof moves back to the front she straightens up and the prismatic fabric falls back into place to get saturated in that musky moisture you long so much to taste.

Sometimes she moves her hoof, from wetness scintillating, over her panties instead of going under. Sometimes she keeps it between her legs and moves it in little barely noticeable circles. And when she takes it away from her delight you see how aroused she is, for the dampness is everywhere between her legs, reaching both of her thighs, disappearing in the violet strip in the front, swallowing the red triangle that disappears into her behind.

Half transparent from the dampness, the fabric clings tightly to her secret parts. Your thunderbolt twitches, releasing more liquid onto your shorts, as your eyes absorb the sight of her valley and the two round and plump hills around.

Even though you can only see the general outline, the suggestion it brings drives you nuts. Your whole attention is directed at Rainbow’s secret mouth. Your eyes want to stare at it, your fingers want to caress it, your lips want to kiss it, your tongue wants to lick it, your nose wants to smell it, and your thunderbolt wants wants to sink in it. And when you move your eyes up and look at her tail, lifted, shining, sparkling, frozen in mid air, then at her body with the perfect curve of a spine and perfect wings and finally at her blissful face framed by waves of all the colours of the rainbow, your heart flutters and pushes against your chest as if it were a bird trapped in a cage who had seen its best friend by the door. Outside.

After a while Rainbow stops moving and straightens up, putting her left hindleg on the ground. Rainbow brings her right hoof to her face, its flat surface covered in a transparent fluid sparkling gold. However, as one hoof goes up, another goes down. Her groin is again obscured. You can’t even see her bikini anymore, only her blue hoof shuffling backwards and forwards between her thighs.

Without stopping pleasuring herself she licks the transparent honey that you so badly want to taste. She licks around her hoof then laps up slowly, carefully, lovingly, her essence from its flat side.

How badly you want to lick it yourself, both from her hoof and from the source, from the red and ripe flower itself that is open to your love, waiting for someone to take away all its intoxicating amber so that stimulated further it could bring more and more. Your whole body tingles with the desire to plunge your head between Rainbow’s thighs and stay there – with her beautiful bloom in front you, with her thick musk of sweet arousal in your nose, and with her tickling and warm legs pressing against your cheeks – to the moment when Rainbow would moan from pleasure and her whole body would undulate and convulse quicker and quicker and then, finally, she would lose control and let herself go into the beautiful and electrifying and serpentine and involuntary movements of the peak.

As Rainbow finishes cleaning her right hoof she brings it to her right side. She removes her left hoof from her groin – where you can see damp material clinging to her body, a groove in the middle giving a very appetizing outline – and shifts it to her left. She stands upright, hiding between her plantain like thighs her secret place of love.

Knowing what will happen next, you tremble and bristle from desire. If it weren’t for your will and boundless love and utter devotion to her you would be going for the treasure yourself, putting your hands on her sides then pulling her bikini down and placing your face right between her legs, sniffing and licking, kissing and lapping, till your tongue would be sore and your spine would cramp.

Rainbow looks at you with shining loving eyes, pure and innocent. Alive.

She smiles widely, then turns back.

As she pulls down her panties she bends forward, giving a better view for your longing eyes. She pulls her bikini to the middle of her thighs, its thin white strip on her left side stopping exactly at the tip of the tricolor thunderbolt of her mark.

She stands half bent and smiling, her left hoof on the ball, her right hoof on her hip. You wish she could bend fully over the ball to give a better view of her secret heart because what you are seeing from between her haunches – the open and shining and glistening valley of pure pink between two wet puffy mounds of blue tinted red – drives you mad from desire and thirst. You want to see her lotus not in the shadow of her thighs, but in the light of the sun, clear in all its heartwarming beauty.

Like before, Rainbow lifts her left leg and moves it away, the white stripe of her bikini stretching against her skin. Next, your eyes catch her swimsuit with all the white fabric on the inner surface damp and dark side to side, back to front.

Finally, your eyes fall on her beauty.

What you are seeing between her thighs makes your heart skip a beat. Like everything about Rainbow, her lotus is perfect: the open and shining and glistening valley of delicate pink with the crests of her petals barely protruding from the outer hills; two puffy mounds of blue with a heavy tint of red soaked in her thick transparent honey; the short pink clitoral hood and the pink sensitive gem it protects now engorged and emerging from between the veils and covered by her lovely dew. To add more to the loveliness of the sight, a drop forms right beneath her gem then moves down, hanging by a thin transparent strand, pure as diamond, bright as star. Finally the strand breaks. The adamantine drop falls, spreads, and disappears into the wet fabric of Rainbow’s bikini, it’s personal spark lost amid other reflections.

You are so entranced and aroused that you barely pay attention to your thunderbolt, hard and unflinching like a rock. From the pleasant stress of such a sight and inability to participate in Rainbow’s joy you feel tingly, light, as if your body were nothing but electrified air within a weak and weightless membrane. It’s a very pleasant state to be in. But what’s even more pleasant is watching Rainbow, who looks so, so, so sweet.

Her motions, fluid, careful, and slow, and her smile and bright shining eyes betray the lack of that something characteristically human that turns the most intimate moment absolutely sour. Even naked and aroused she looks innocent and pure. Every movement of hers, every sigh, every little twinkle in her eyes, feels natural, simple, and profound. As you look at her perfect body, warm affection overflows your chest. You desire to caress her softly, kiss her gently, and unite with her peacefully.

Rainbow’s right hoof moves between her legs, ending your meditation. As slow as waves on a still day her hoof rolls over the red and pink of her arousal and then just as languidly moves back, spreading liquid and stretching her folds. Pleasuring herself Rainbow undulates like a serpent as if with every touch of her most intimate space a wave of electricity goes up her spine and makes her move accordingly.

A faint wet squishing sound, organic and erotic, adds to Rainbow’s sensual performance. The simple noise of skin rubbing over wetness is orgasmic to you. In your state of intense alertness and total presence the sound alone sends shivers up your spine.

From her touch aflame, Rainbow’s lotus produces more and more honey. Most of her hoof is shiny. Wet. Scintillating trickles of liquid run down the inner side of her right thigh, forming diamond droplets halfway between her groin and knee. As Rainbow moves her hoof away from her lotus you can see thin, thick, and sticky filaments forming drooping arcs between her veils and hoof. When her hoof returns the threads go back into the ocean of Rainbow’s essence, an essence that you longed to consume from her beautiful place of love, the deviant trickles running down her thigh included.

For you, aroused, everything is too intense. The sight, bright and shining like rubies and sapphires, the smell, the sound: intense and perfect. And not just between her legs alone. Rainbow overall looks superb: perfectly innocent, perfectly erotic. Wet panties stretching and hanging a few inches beneath her beauty, her closed eyes, her content smile, the orange and yellow bangs of hair covering her forehead, the little tuft of red springing on the top of her head, her drooped ears, her lifted tail, her smooth dock, the drops of arousal running down her legs – everything was just right, absolutely right, no element out of place. Even the sticky sound of self-pleasure and the physical musk of arousal were in total harmony with the lapping of the waves and the rustling of the leaves.

Wanting to get closer to her, you stretch your head forward. Although your hands itch with a desire to stretch and touch Rainbow’s beautiful form, you keep them on your knees. Rainbow said no touching. You must obey. For her.

As your face approaches her body you are enveloped by a thick, humid, dense cloud of musk and heat. Your cheeks tingle from such close contact. The air you breathe seems as dense as before a thunderstorm. The more of this air you inhale, the more you are intoxicated by it. The physical warmth and aroma are so mesmerizing that you want nothing else but plunge your head between Rainbow’s legs, right into the source of the fire and smell, and stay there licking the transparent honey from the red petals of her flower with only her pulsating heat around you until you disappear and there’s only her warm and tingly presence contracting and expanding like a heart.

Rainbow stops and removes the hoof from her well. Straightening, she places her left leg back on the sand. With both hooves she pulls her panties up, leaving space enough to let you see her inflamed beauty. On her left thigh, the white strip of her garment rests a little bit above the cloud of her mark, sunlight dancing along its line. Your forefinger itches with the desire to run along it, one side on the smooth synthetic fabric, the other on Rainbow’s tickly, fuzzy, warm coat.

When Rainbow finishes preparing for the release, she slips her right hoof right between her legs and starts moving it back and forth, massaging her perfection through her bikini. After a few shuffles and circular caresses Rainbow bends down and speeds up her stroking motions.

With the quickening of her hoof the serpentine movements of her body also pick up their pace. What was a lazy wave going from her pelvis to head is more akin to a storm right now. Without her volition yet in perfect natural rhythm – that’s the way Rainbow’s body moves when she is aglow.

Watching Rainbow’s whole body move in a sine like pattern you think of the throbbing of the heart, the rhythm of waves, and the movement of fish and invertebrate organisms. The absolute simplicity and natural innocence of Rainbow’s motion puts you into a state of serene joy. Yes, Rainbow was quickly reaching climax; in a few more strokes she will totally surrender her control. Yes, the air around her feels electrified and heated as if before a thunderstorm. Yet in the middle of it, aroused to extreme, tingling pleasantly all over, you feel peaceful and light as if within the frantic appearance total tranquility throbs, ceaseless, timeless, and unborn.

Rainbow’s waving movements become faster with every caress of her lotus: a restless wave turning into a storm. In the serenity of the beach, you hear Rainbow’s loud breathing and the agitated shuffling of her hoof against the fabric between her legs.

You yourself are caught in the movement, the tensing before the discharge. Your chest seems to rise and fall in perfect sync with Rainbow’s breathing. Although you’re sitting cross legged and still, your body mimics the undulating pattern of her movements. You don’t command the back and forth motion of your hips or the serpentine writhing of your trunk. It just happens on its own accord. At this moment, you’re not quite sure if you’re really here as you. It seems there’s only Rainbow. Nothing else. Everything that you have been is swallowed by her perfect blueness, leaving only her and an awareness of her, serene. Stainless.

As Rainbow’s hoof moves over her crotch once more a ripple goes through her body. She falls to her knees, her right hoof covering her loose panties, her lotus, her left hoof resting sideways on the beach ball. It looks as if the strings holding her body are suddenly cut off. For a brief period of time her body has the opportunity to move as it pleases, which it does in powerful and fast pulsing motions.

The motion is still the same – a wave going up and raising her head, lifting her wings a few inches from her body then dropping her head down and folding her wings back – but faster. More intense. Like a spring contracting then expanding Rainbow seems to jump at the mercy of some powerful serpentine force that tries with all might to escape from her frame by jerking her body and going up her spine. From another point of view, her movements remind that of the medusa pushing water in and out to keep floating. In the first phase Rainbow straightens up and in the next she drops her head down and moves her pelvis forwards as if trying to expel something.

Looking at Rainbow’s movement, you smile. It is as simple as the motion of an amoeba or the beating of a heart, yet it looks so blissful. Profound. The content smile on Rainbow’s face shows how good it feels: the joy of letting the body move as it wills in the throngs of pure pleasure.

As Rainbow pulsates with her whole body, her right hoof between her legs, her tail raised, you see a few spurts of crystalline liquid escape from her bikini and land, sparkling, on the yellow sand behind her. Transparent and pure the drops of juice look, a little point of golden light caught inside inside each. Your throat tightens from the desire to swallow them, including the sand beneath and around them. Only the word you gave to Rainbow – that you will just look – stops you from consuming her liquid essence.

Slowly Rainbow’s whole body pulsation subsides from a tempest to an agitated sea to occasional ripples. After what seems like an eternity, she stops moving, and turns toward you, eyes shining, a relaxed and content smile on her face.

You always liked that look of supreme satisfaction and profound relaxation on Rainbow’s face, emanating transcendental serenity as if she were a peaceful blue deity in the centre of a circle. Even after accomplishing complicated tricks the right way didn’t Rainbow look so happy and content.

As Rainbow looks at you, her smile widens. Not a single word is needed to express that you enjoyed her sensuality. Your engrossed stare, brimming with love, devotion, tenderness, is enough.

Looking at Rainbow’s relaxed catlike body you notice the shift in the atmosphere from charged humidity to pleasant freshness as if a storm had passed leaving cool air in its wake. Although you didn’t have your release, it doesn’t bother you at all. The desire to surrender is gone. Instead, you want to do one thing only as your eyes move across Rainbow’s immensely deep blue coat and her equally vibrant multicoloured mane and tail – to hug her. Lovingly.

You do just that.

You stand on your knees, shuffle toward Rainbow, then put your right hand on her left shoulder. Sitting on her knees, Rainbow turns around, still smiling, adjusts her bikini, then lunges into your arms, her furry chest tickling yours. Cold shivers run through your skin as her right wet hoof grazes against your spine.

Her sticky hoof, her shining wet panties along with patches of wetness running down both of her thighs, and the thick, musky but sweet smell of her arousal is perfection for you. Rainbow’s warm and fuzzy belly against yours drives the point home.

You focus on her eyes. First, on her magenta pupils, bright and bubbly like the finest wine, then on the darkness within that seems to swallow you with its boundless love.

Delicately, you kiss Rainbow on the tip of her nose.

Rainbow smiles and hugs you tight, brushing her mane against your face, then rests her chin on your right shoulder, her hindlegs wrapped around your waist.

A happy and grateful smile on your face, an explosion of bliss in your chest, your envelop your arms around her closed wings. The cold stickiness against your back doesn’t ruin the rush of tingling warmth that envelops the front of your body.

At this moment, Rainbow resting all relaxed, jelly like, in your arms, her heart throbbing against the right side of your chest, her warm breath brushing your spine, your nose buried in her ozone smelling mane, you feel perfect. At home. The whole world feels fine, fundamentally right and good, and Rainbow’s pulsing heart is its silent rhythm of expansion and contraction, night and day, creation and dissolution, sun and moon; and you are in the middle of its loving play.

Tears of joy and gratitude press from the corners of your eyes as you move your right hand up and down Rainbow’s spine, feeling her warm skin under your fingertips. Right now, armour cast off, buffers broken, Rainbow feels so fragile that you want to hug her forever within your arms as a way to repay her absolute trust in you. Seeing her innate beauty, delicate, innocent, and pure, without the necessary or accidental incrustations of her character is a tremendous revelation. Knowing that Rainbow loves you so much that she is willing to surrender totally to you without doubt or fear makes you happier than that time the first girl said the first yes to the first date back in school. Moments like this, with Rainbow resting naked and relaxed in your arms without a single care in the world, knowing that you were her heart, her place of repose, revealed the simple but profound truth of life that the intellect, no matter how powerful it is, will never grasp nor truthfully transcribe.

You don’t know how much time has passed – a minute, a year, an eternity perhaps – before Rainbow removes her forelegs from your spine and places her hooves on your chest.

You open your eyes and are greeted by her serene smile.

“Thank you,” Rainbow says, then plants a soft kiss on your lips. As her silky lips touch yours and the humid breath from her nostrils covers your face and the strands of her mane against your forehead graze, a rush of hair raising pleasure rushes through you.

You smile at Rainbow as she removes her lips from yours, your hands resting on her shoulders.

“It’s nothing,” you say.

“The real deal when?”

“Whenever you feel like.”

Rainbow stands up and flies into the air, raising a puff of shining yellow sand. Hovering, she removes the bikini from her hindlegs.

Your eyes fall between Rainbow’s legs. Her lotus isn't red and in bloom any more and overflowing with her juice but a simple narrow valley whose pink walls can be barely noticed between two hills of blue.

“I’ll take a quick swim,” Rainbow says. “Don’t worry. I’ll take a shower afterwards.”

“I’ll be inside,” you say. “If you need something, whistle, and I’ll come to you, my Dash.”

Rainbow giggles. “If I’ll need something, I’ll fly to you. It’s not like you’re planning to go anywhere.”

“You know I can’t go anywhere without you,” you say, standing, your knees cracking. “It’s not the same.”

“I know, “Rainbow says, puts her bikini on the towel, and covers it with one of the towel’s corners. “If you’ll see me wearing them, I’m ready.”

You nod.

Rainbow nods back, lifts herself, and flies off towards the sea.

You look mesmerized as Rainbow flies over the deep blue waters of the tranquil sea then plunges head forwards into its depth only to reappear a moment later and fly straight into the sky. Only her rainbow mane and tail and trail helps you identify Rainbow when she's in the sky for her coat blends perfectly with the azure hue.

Once Rainbow gains enough altitude she plunges down, forelegs in front, leaving a vibrant but quickly disappearing trail in her falling wake. She reaches the waters and dissects them without a splash. The way she leaps reminds you of seagulls plunging for food right into the middle of unsuspecting schools of fish.

Half a minute later Rainbow resurfaces, flying up, throwing her head back, leaving an arc of shining drops after her tail. She’s preparing for another descent by going higher and higher into the sky.

You can stand here and watch Rainbow’s acrobatics all day, forgetting about hunger, thirst, and the sun. Making Rainbow distraught by your physical state, however, was not something you want to do. You can barely stand seeing her sad without your heart tearing up apart. You’ll be unable to live with yourself knowing that you frightened Rainbow with such a trifle thing.

You turn around and walk toward your home perched right on the edge of the beach.