The Kiss Of The Pony

You place the index finger of your right hand on the neck of her suit, then trace it down the jagged border between the yellow and blue sides to the point where the legs begin. No matter how shit the Wonderbolts are, they had a stunning uniform that looked slick and stimulating on Rainbow Dash.

Just thinking about it makes you heavy in the groin. Running your hands across its smooth surface, from Rainbow’s neck to her tail, then slipping your hands between her legs and gliding them up and down her warm moist crotch through the rubbery suit felt like heaven. Rainbow enjoyed it, too, moving wavelike as your hands passed over her hidden valley, and allowed you to progress by turning on her back, spreading her hindlegs, and showing the dark spot in her groin where the yellow patch of the suit ended with a curve. Looking at the etched shape of her hills and the creek between you would jump right there, bury your nose into her musky wetness, enjoying the smell of sweat mingled with arousal, then glide it up and down against the slick wet fabric of her suit, eliciting movements and moans from her. Your tongue would follow your nose, absorbing her essence, tasteless save a light tinge of sweetness, from the plastic fabric of her garment, sliding easily between her legs, flicking quickly the little nub that felt hard amid the smoothness of her lotus, and driving her steadily over the edge.

Even when you weren’t around Rainbow would wear the suit. You found her several times in the living room fully clothed, standing on her hindlegs with her right hoof moving up and down between her thighs. You barely resisted the urge to join her and move your fingers into her secret heart for you feared to break her bliss by popping out of a sudden without prelude. So you watched the show, your penis so hard it threatened to crack and burst, till Rainbow ended riding her orgasm. By the end she would stand on her four legs and present her rear to you, blue and yellow fabric dark and damp, long thin trails of arousal reaching the middle of her thighs. Finished, she would turn around, look surprised for a moment, then tilt her head left and smirk, knowing that you enjoyed the show.

This Wonderbolt suit is something. But in the end Rainbow looks good in everything. Shorts, t-shirts, panties – whatever she puts on, you get a hard on. Your favourites are three things: her Hawaiian pink shorts with yellow flowers, tight black shorts that barely reach the middle of her thighs, and looser black shorts with white circles on their rims. If Rainbow puts one of these things on, it is expected that they’ll end up soaked with her sap and somewhere around her knees.

You sigh at the pleasant memories brought up by your mind in expectation of the real deal, then walk towards the door. Before going out, standing in the doorway and looking back at the water bed, you remember the first time you caught Rainbow masturbating in your home.

*****

Living with Rainbow was a total blast. There had been some issues – Rainbow said you were too sedentary, you didn’t like that Rainbow wanted to do everything from cooking to cleaning without leaving anything to you, you had arguments over her career in the Wonderbolts because she came often from the show in a reserved mood that you didn’t like one bit, Rainbow said that your practice of sitting still doing nothing at all was dorky and pointless while you responded that nothing is something worth doing – but you managed to smooth them out because you really cared about her.

You joined Rainbow on her warm up flight down the beach. Rainbow agreed no to be the perfect housewife even if all the work outside of cooking took her one hour max. The Wonderbolts… you suspected that Rainbow’s irrational inability to let them go was related to her public character and whatever reasons caused it to form. Instead of arguing and proving that she was better than them – to your surprise, Rainbow believed the Wonderbolts were far above her despite objectively surpassing them in every possible way – you decided to teach her some tricks involving breathing and relaxation to remove residual tension from her frame. It worked. Rainbow seldom returned from the Wonderbolts training looking upset, shoulders tense and breathing shallow.

The more Rainbow lived with you, the more she showed her incredibly beautiful essence. Behind the though and arrogant appearance hid a sweet and nice pony who really loved cuddling and making you smile. It was obvious she had some problems expressing this side, especially in public, but you took it with understanding, confronting some of her most flamboyant quirks with a warm grin. Even at her worst, however, Rainbow’s innate nature subtly manifested itself. Because she wanted to bring the potential talents in you Rainbow could be very demanding. When Rainbow was sharp, her observations were astute, showing blind spots that limited you.

Day by day your devotion grew like a freshly kindled flame. You wanted to be with her, hold her by her slender waist, put your nose against her neck and smell the ozone freshness of her mane, kiss her lightly behind her ears and drown in her soft and loving gaze. Rainbow was also by burning desire driven. The way she looked at you, the way she hugged you, the way she kissed you – feverish, intense, longing – betrayed her hunger for great bliss and magnificent release. There was something electric in the air that was already as thick and dense as before a storm, but how to take the next step was something neither you nor Rainbow knew. The pony and human relationship wasn’t something new – it was so common, in fact, that people stopped crying outrage years ago – but it was a unique situation for Rainbow and you. To make matters worse, you suspected Rainbow didn’t have any intimate experience with males. All her stories had been about friendships with mares.

Not knowing what to do, you decided to wait for the right moment.

The right moment came quick and unexpected: a bolt of lightning out of blue.

About a month after Rainbow had moved in, a new smell started to linger in your bedroom. You usually got up earlier than Rainbow, admired how cute she looked while asleep (her face serene, her mane spread around her like a kaleidoscopic octopus, her belly and chest rising and falling slow), covered her with the blanket if it had fallen off, kissed her on forehead or cheek depending on the way she laid, then went to the kitchen where you left breakfast for her before going on the sunrise jog. By the time you returned Rainbow was off to Equestria, empty plates left in her wake.

From a certain day on, every time you returned to your bedroom you were greeted by a thick wall of a musky odour that upon the first whiff did funny things to you. In less than a second you apprehended the source of this exciting scent. For the first time since meeting her you wondered what was Rainbow like down there, behind the rainbow veil of her tail. Before that musky morning you had occasional thoughts, quick and fleeting, about breaking that last wall between you and her. Because you either had a novel to write or Rainbow to admire, they didn’t last in the foreground for long. The smell that morning brought it all back to the front. From that moment on you would not fail to notice Rainbow’s sensuality which had been always present but you were too blind to see.

Curious, you searched for signs of Rainbow’s activity – any dark wet spots on the bed or floor. You found none and decided they had dried up already. Wondering how she did it you went on your usual business: light breakfast followed by writing. When Rainbow returned home, however, it was impossible not to see the feline quality of her moves, the lion like precision and fluidity of her steps, the soft curves of her haunches, and the alluring shadows on her inner thighs. What hit you the most was the way she looked: innocent and sensual at the same time.

Still, you feared to make the first move. Human were aliens to her, and you didn’t want to scare her by your drive. Deep inside you suspected she would come around. You just needed to give her time.

You didn’t need to wait long.

You thought the musky incident would be a one time thing. You were wrong. The next day the same smell greeted you again, and the day after that, and the day after that day. Imagining her lying down on the bed with both her hoofs between her spread legs, her body arching to every touch down there, her eyes closed, her mane spread like the rays of a star around her head, gave you such intense erection that you yourself wanted to drop your shorts and masturbate right on the spot to the picture created by your mind.

You wanted to know how did Rainbow masturbate, what she used. To satiate your curiosity you decided to come earlier than usual the next day.

Upon returning home after the walk you threw off your shoes, then checked the kitchen. The pancakes you made for her were still there, her chair unmoved. She was home.

Silently you went to the bedroom. You saw its door ahead, half-open.

Quiet like a ghost you approached the door, then peeked inside. A flush of heat immediately rolled through you, and your penis became hard in record time.

Rainbow was riding her white pillow in the middle of the bed, hugging your own red one with her forelegs. While she was sitting on her knees, her legs parted, resting on both sides of her pillow and folded under her haunches, you admired the thickness of her thighs and the beauty in between that appeared then disappeared beneath the pillow as Rainbow moved her pelvis back and forth. Your eyes moved up to the hooves wrapped around your pillow, going up and down, caressing its sides. Then you looked at Rainbow’s face, and froze.

Rainbow looked happy. Blissful. Ecstatic. Her eyes were closed and a satisfied innocent smile, half opened, danced on her face. She didn’t look lusty. Neither dirty or slutty. Oceanic rapture she displayed, sensual and serene, like the statues of dancing binders etched into the walls of the manifold abandoned temples dotting the regional landscape.

Rainbow’s wavy movements sped up. To announce the approaching release, Rainbow voiced a long hum that sounded so sensual and sweet you could orgasm from it alone. You wondered how Rainbow would sound if she let it out fully right into your left ear as you held her gently by her sides, kissing her on the tip of her nose.

Your eyes shifted back down, stopped to admire her cute navel, then reached the spot between her legs. As Rainbow’s pelvis moved forward her red clitoral hood, wet and glistening, came into your view only to vanish a moment later beneath the humid spot on her pillow. It looked perfect, and you itched from the want to move your tongue along its sides and enjoy its heat and fluids. You wondered how Rainbow’s flower looked, lips and jewel included, but you had a feeling it would be the most beautiful sight you’ve ever seen: the perfect jungle flame oozing nectar just for you.

Rainbow’s bodily pulsations still increased in pace. The sensual hums that got caught in her throat and never turned to speech happened over and over again: a low throb in the daybreak stillness. Her joyful and innocent smile widened and her teeth, white like full moon at midnight, under the morning sun glistened. You could watch her going up and down the pillow forever, your eyes enraptured by her ecstatic dance.

Suddenly her waving motions turned frantic as if someone cut all the strings holding Rainbow’s body in control and left it free to its own devices. Judging by the wide smile on Rainbow’s face and the vocal moan that she expressed, you realized Rainbow reached the beautiful release manifesting itself in the quick whole body movements that looked like waves going up and down or hearts pulsing in and out.

You noticed that the dark spot on the pillow beneath Rainbow’s lotus significantly bigger grew, and that the upper third of her inner thighs was coated in her viscous transparent honey which turned the azure shade of her coat to evening blue. Your tongue burned from a desire to lick it, to savour Rainbow’s taste, to mingle with Rainbow’s consciousness.

For a long time Rainbow’s movements continued. They were the quickest, most frantic, at the start of her release. Gradually they lost their intensity and finally stopped five minutes after Rainbow’s cry of pleasure. All the while the most serene and utterly satisfied smile was present on Rainbow’s glowing face, like she had achieved a breakthrough in her exercises or finished a difficult task and was relieved of all tension in her life.

When Rainbow ceased moving and descended into a state of total surrender and full repose, smiling, eyes closed, her sense faculties withdrawn, you decided it was time to go. You tiptoed backwards, and once you entered the hallway you turned around and proceeded, amazed and aroused, into the kitchen to your right.

You sat on the chair next to Rainbow’s usual seat, which had a plate of pancakes along with a bottle of cherry jam next to it, and went on ruminating about what you had seen. What struck you the most a certain ineffable innocence and easiness in Rainbow’s deeds. She wasn’t in a hurry. She wasn’t tense. She moved like water, free of all tightness and control.

Light flapping sounds terminated your feverish thoughts.

You looked up and saw Rainbow coming from the corridor, hovering midair. She was glowing, happy, but when she saw you she put both her hooves to her face and embarrassingly smiled while tomato red crept up her cheeks. You glanced at her and got hard again just by gazing at the wet spots on her thighs and in the middle, wondering how it looked, tasted, and smelled down there between her slender elegant legs.

“Oops,” Rainbow, smiling, said. “I guess you caught everything.”

You nodded dreamily. Rainbow was unbelievably sensual and cute, so cute your heart melted away, so sensual your loins throbbed with pleasure and fiery passion danced at the bottom of your spine.

“I’m glad I did,” you said. “You were beautiful.”

Rainbow’s eyes went wide. “Really?”

“Absolutely. Pinkie swear.”

“Soooo… you’re not mad.”

“Why would I be? It’s natural. We’re living together, hugging, kissing. It’s inevitable that we’ll end up in an embrace.”

Flying closer to you, Rainbow dropped her altitude.

“So...you’re cool with it?”

You nodded. “Totally.”

“Soooooo... you’ll be cool trying stuff with me?”

That was quick and unexpected. You went light from excitement. A big wide smile spread across your face. Finally that awkward barrier felt down, unable to withstand the thirst for total contact and surrender.

“Sure.”

“Really?” Rainbow, excited, asked, the biggest and happiest grin you’ve ever seen cracking her face. “Really? Really? Really?”

“I want the same thing. And suffer from the same problem.”

“You mean, you too are kinda… well… uneasy?”

You nodded.

Rainbow sighed. “I wasn’t the only one feeling… kinda nervous about it?”

“No, you weren’t. It’s understandable, though. You’re a pony. I’m a human. Problem are bound to appear.”

“But I don’t know what to do – well, I kinda guess, and I kinda know how you look like, but it still feels… weird. What if I'll hurt you?”

“I’ll explain, and we’ll get it going. As long as we talk and work together, everything’s going to be fine. I won’t do anything that you don’t like. Just tell me what you like, how you like it, and I’ll do my best. Don’t be silent. You looked beautiful and happy. I would like to make you feel the same way.”

The red of embarrassment shifted to a pink blush which Rainbow tried to suppress but without any success. She put her forelegs on your shoulders and her hindlegs to the floor, her head tilted, her eyes, shining and warm, looking lovingly into yours. Even at such distance you could smell her amazing musk.

“You’re the best. Really,” she said. “But there’s another problem. I’ve never been with stallions. Only mares.”

“Why? You’re the most beautiful pony in Equestria.”

“Well… I don’t like how big they look. When they get hard, they’re as big as half of me, and down there it’s all small. I feel it will hurt having one inside. I don’t want to get hurt. Especially that way.”

You placed the index finger of your right hand on Rainbow’s forehead, then traced the haphazard strands of yellow behind her fluffy ear.

Rainbow smiled gently, then went on.

“You look small, and I don’t think when you’ll get hard it will be too big. It looks as if it will fit just well, without stretching and hurting too much. I want to try it. I really want to try it with you. Like, really bad. So bad I couldn’t help myself anymore.”

“It’s fine,” you said. “You looked amazing, by the way. If you want to masturbate wherever and whenever you want, just do it. We live together, after all.”

“I don’t see you doing it.”

“I do it in the shower.”

“I don’t like showers. Guess that explains that.”

“If you want to look, I can do it, to be fair,” you said, then kissed Rainbow on the tip of her nose, feeling her warm breath wash your chin and neck.

Rainbow smiled. “What about the other thing?”

“Whatever you want, I’m up to it.”

Grinning like the happiest mare in existence, Rainbow jumped on you, then wrapped her hindlegs around your waist and her forelegs around your neck.

After she broke the hug she looked at you again with that dreary serious look you didn’t like seeing on her face under any circumstance.

“Promise me one thing,” she said.

“You word is my command.”

“That you’ll be gentle. That you won’t hurt me.”

“Rainbow, if by some fault of mine a single hair a single hair falls from your head, I won’t be able to live with myself.”

Rainbow scanned your eyes for hidden irony, her face serious. Once she confirmed that you were absolutely, one hundred percent, sincere, she smiled and fell back against you, her head resting on your right shoulder.

“You’re the best,” she said.

“I know,” you said, feeling warm from her words. “But let’s not rush into things.”

In fact, you had a plan in mind about how to get to know each other physically and finally proceed to the genital embrace.

*****

You close the door, then turn right. You come into the living room, and as you look around your mind is flooded with memories of tender touches and light caresses. Once you and Rainbow got comfortable with the physical aspect, everything became ceaseless, soft and intimate, erotic bliss. You remember a time when not a day went without you satisfying Rainbow in some way. Every corner of the house witnessed your mutual joy, imprinted Rainbow’s soft giggles and moans, was stained by your mutual sap, and embraced you in the silent afterglows.

You look at the living room. To your right, a large window opens to the green forest surrounding the beach, the ocean a blue thin line on the horizon barely visible between the trees. A flat television is mounted into the wall just to your left. On the other side of the room a long white sofa stands with a low rectangular table in front. A wide bookcase filled to the brim with books you bought as well as your own work occupies the left part of the room, going from the coach right to the TV.

Before Rainbow came, you didn’t spend much time here. On the balcony you preferred to stay, laptop in your lap, legs on the balustrade, and warm sun above. You didn’t even remember why you bought the TV in the first place, since you never used it. At all. The only things that you liked about the living room were the stereo, which you liked to crank up loud enough to hear on the other side of your home, and books. Especially books: one of the best investments you’ve ever made.

After Rainbow, however, you spent much more time inside. Rainbow liked the homely vibe and your books. She enjoyed lying on the sofa or lounging on the round cushions scattered throughout the room. As you look from the floor pillows to the Persian rug, to the sofa, then to the window letting in the warm late afternoon sunlight, pleasant memories of tender caresses bubble to the surface of your mind. You remember the beginning of you love life with Rainbow. It started small and, like the rising sinusoid of sexual excitation, escalated quickly to full bliss.

*****

After the conversation Rainbow waited for a day, then demanded for a try. She was excited rather than nervous this time, acting uppity and adventurous, confident that you won’t hurt her in any way.

She caught you from behind you as you were putting a book back on the shelf, placing her chin on your right shoulder, wrapping her forelegs around your chest.

“Surprise,” she said, her warm breath sending pleasant shivers down your neck.

You turned around.

“Remember yesterday?” she asked, her hooves pressed against your pectorals.

“Of course.”

“I’m ready.”

That was a bit unexpected but your penis, getting ready at lightning speed, desired her hard. You decided to give in. How could you say no to such a radiant and loving smile?

“Okay,” you said. “And I know exactly the kind of thing we can do.”

“What thing?”

You put your right hand on Rainbow’s left hoof. Its fur pleasantly tickled the palm of your hand.

“You take my hand, and move it across your body to all the places that make you feel good.”

Rainbow smiled. “Sounds good. Let’s go.”

“Wait. Allow me to get ready,” you said, withdrawing your hand from Rainbow’s soft warm hoof.

Slowly you proceeded to undress, pulling off your black shirt first then your black shorts and finally your underwear. It was a bit awkward standing naked in front of her with your erect nipples and penis exposed, but Rainbow’s rapt stare softened the unease. Since she had seen enough of your chiseled shoulders and abs, her eyes focused on your engorged friend. She didn’t look weirded out by it all. She looked enthralled, in fact. Her curious stare devoured the purple tip, the bulging veins, the ridge on the back side, the tight scrotum, the patch of hair enveloping it all.

“Just like I told you. You are the right size,” Rainbow smiled, excited. “Now that I’ve seen yours, would you like to see mine? I can give you a tour of my body after that.”

“I will be glad,” you said, delighted.

Smiling, Rainbow looked back and found a floor pillow behind. She retreated from you, then jumped up. Once she landed on the pillow she spread her legs, revealing her beauty to your sight. Her tail looked like a rainbow fan between her thighs, red near the left one, purple near the right.

Her secret heart looked like a drop of pink lemonade: elongated at the top, her hood protruding from blue hills that were now tinged red, but turning lower into an oval shape. Her petals were swollen, almost red, their smooth borders elevating slightly above the puffy ridges of blue. You could see her well between them at the bottom of the tear, with its void veiled by pink folds. As a final touch everything – the inner petals, the hood, the jewel it protected, even the slopes of the blue hills – was covered in transparent and viscous fluid. The liquid substance formed a bridge between the two petals right beneath her jewel; and that little detail made you hard like nothing else before.

You intuited that Rainbow was a grower. When she’s not aroused her flower looks like a long rosy valley amid mounds of blue; but when she gets excited her flower goes into bloom, parting the blue shell, spreading the pink-and-red petals, covering all its insides with sweet nectar, showing its delicate stigma and hidden cave.

“You’re beautiful,” you said, enraptured and smiling.

Rainbow cheeks turned red. Her eyes darted right and left.

“I know that,” she said. “Want to touch it?”

“Not without your guidance,” you said. “Let me sit up behind you so that you can take my hand and guide it. Don’t forget to show me every special place that you have.”

Rainbow nodded and lifted herself from the cushion.

You sat right behind Rainbow, plunging into the jelly like pillow, your face peaking from her left shoulder, your smooth legs against her warm and furry haunches, your erect shaft touching the bottom of her spine. From your point of view you could only see the pink hood from between Rainbow’s legs. Farther ahead laid the rainbow fan of her tail.

“I don’t have many,” Rainbow said. “Two of them I can’t show because they’re behind. One is beneath my wings. Well, everything that is beneath my wings can turn me on.”

“You can show me,” you said, falling backwards into the cushion. “Is this enough?”

“That should do it,” Rainbow answered. “I don’t need them fully open. Just a little bit.”

Rainbow lifted her wings from her spine and you pushed your hands underneath, shuffling them in slow circular motions beginning from the roots of her wings and going to her sides.

Rainbow emitted sensual hums in response that turned stronger the more you caressed the spots closer to her wing joints. To enhance Rainbow’s pleasure you shifted from full palm shuffling to using the tips of your fingers only, moving them up and down in the angles between her back and wings, going away from her spine towards her sides, and tickling the pits between her forelegs and chest. You guessed by Rainbow’s thrums, which got louder when you went as close as possible to her wings, that you were doing good.

“What’s the other place?” You asked, serene.

“Down there,” Rainbow said, moving her right hoof backwards, caressing the root of her tail. “That spot just under the tail.”

“Can you show me? I want to see and touch it.”

“Okay,” Rainbow said. “But be gentle. It’s very sensitive.”

She moved her right foreleg forwards, then stood on her hindlegs and lifted her tail. The prismatic hair felt like silk against your cheeks and forehead. You could bury yourself forever in Rainbow’s tail, enjoying its aesthetic display, its scent of high altitude mists.

“See that place from where my tail grows?” Rainbow asked.

“Yes.”

Your eyes, however, were focused on the blooming flower ahead, its red, wet and glistening petals emerging from hills of blue; and a long, thin filament of its honey forming in the lower conjunction of the folds with a drop of liquid diamond dangling at its end.

“That’s it,” Rainbow said.

You cast your eyes up and saw the upward meaty triangle that was her dock. Carefully and lightly you pressed your index finger against it, then scratched its warm and smooth surface free from her coat.

Rainbow’s body went mobile, her pelvis moving back and forth on its own accord. A soft sensual hum escaped her throat.

“Feeling fine?” you asked.

“Yeah,” Rainbow said, her tone dreamy. “Feels amazing. Keep doing it.”

Rainbow wanted more, so you continued scratching and caressing the triangle with your finger. Your left hand, however, wasn’t idle. You brought it closer to Rainbow’s left foot, closed it into a fist with your index finger extended, and moved it upwards, brushing against the inner side of her leg. When you reached the back of the knee and explored its valley, Rainbow made another series of low hums which sounded so good that a renewed flow of energy buzzed in your pelvis and demanded release.

To make the pleasure in her hindlegs equal you traced your other index finger down the curve of Rainbow’s thighs and behind her right knee.

“Why did you stop? It was sooooo good,” Rainbow, longing, asked.

“Sorry,” you said and moved your hands to the front of her knees and up her haunches, then placed your lips on her forgotten dock.

The dock felt warm and butter smooth against your lips. A slight pulsation was going through it. Rainbow reacted immediately to your action by speeding up her pelvic movements and moaning instead of humming like before.

You removed your lips from her dock, looked at Rainbow’s lower back, athletic and fit, and followed up the dale of her spine, enjoying the warmth of her body against your face. You sniffed the air and noticed her musk was getting stronger, almost vapour thick.

“Whatever you did, it was amazing,” Rainbow said. “Can you do it more?”

“Another time. I want to feel the rest of your body before you dissolve,” you said. “You seem very close.”

“There’s nothing else left, really.”

“I want to know how you like it.”

“Okay,” Rainbow said, then sat down between your legs, her silky tail enveloping your shaft, its end resting on your left shoulder. Your hands travelled up her thighs, then went to her sides and ended up resting on her belly above her navel. You placed your head on Rainbow’s right shoulder and looked down at her mound with an outcropping of pink.

Rainbow placed her right hoof on your right hand.

“You ready?” she asked.

“Ready,” you said, then planted a kiss behind her right ear, soft and fluffy.

You saw a smile forming on Rainbow’s face before returning your gaze to her lower mouth.

Hesitating, Rainbow moved your hand below her navel. The moment your fingers reached her soft mound and their tips were enveloped in the heat of her secret mouth, you reached the verge of sending your seed across Rainbow’s back.

Another push down, and your middle finger was on top of her little jewel while your index and forefinger brushed against the silky, warm, and slippery surface of her petals. Her ruby felt like a little rubbery knob among the velvet texture of her veils. Her lips, soft and silky and inviting, did everything to sink your hand into her moist, pulsating secret heart. While the middle of your hand enjoyed the loving warmth of Rainbow’s lower mouth, your thumb and little finger rested in the sticky sweaty places between her thighs and cave, shuffling the short hair covering her outer hills of blue.

Rainbow moved your hand further down till her red drop grazed against the concavity at the point of union between your middle finger and the palm of your hand. You liked its rubbery hardness, its pulsating heat, against your skin at that particular place. The rest of your hand seemed to descend into a heated swamp: everything below the ruby was covered in her sticky essence that made your fingers slide across her delicate smooth folds.

Overcome with pleasure, Rainbow grinded her pelvis against your hand. Backwards and forwards her pelvis moved with your hand to her inflamed lotus glued. As your caresses continued the warm wetness around her ruby increased, her motions going faster and the friction smoother.

To intensify Rainbow’s pleasure you gyrated your fingers around her swollen lips, going down into the well then back to the edge of her valley then back down again, spreading her essence over the already oiled petals, enjoying the pleasant heat covering your hand from all sides and penetrating to your bones.

Rainbow’s whole body moved in a serpentine fashion as if a wave started in her crotch and went through her body till it escaped from the top of her head. Hums and moans left her throat and drove you closer to the swoon and bliss of the final release.

“Don’t stop,” Rainbow moaned, eyes closed. “Please."

As Rainbow let out the last word, which ended in a long moan of pleasure, her wavelike movements turned frantic as if her whole body went pulsating on its own accord. Her lips clenched and released around your fingers, trying to hold you in place and suck you in. In the brief moments when her lips weren’t wrapped around you in a warm tight embrace, streams of Rainbow’s viscous warm essence spurted against your fingers and moved through the cracks between and slid down onto your nails.

Rainbow’s body pulsated, pelvis and head forwards then backwards, slowly losing the intensity of its motions until it finally came to rest. Rainbow’s head fell back on your chest, her eyes closed, her smile ecstatic. She looked totally satisfied. And so innocent and pure.

You moved your hand away from her hot spring, placed it on the left hand which rested on her belly above the navel, then hugged her tight. You wanted to hold her forever with that relaxed smile on her face, all radiant and glowing, almost divine, in the post climactic vibe of perfect beauty.

You cast a quick glance at the place between her legs. Everything was wet down there: her mound, the inner side of her thighs, even the carpet below. The more you looked at the mess, the more you wanted to lick it all away, to savour her secret honey, her essence reserved for the few.

Before returning to her face, you looked at your fingers, all coated in her sticky sap: viscous, thick, but transparent as water.

“That was amazing,” Rainbow said, breaking the silence of the room submerged in the heat of your bodies and her private musk.

“You like it?”

Rainbow looked at you, still smiling.

“Like it?! I love it! It was the best thing ever!”

She turned, planted a soft kiss on your left cheek, then grinned wider.

“You’re absolutely the best,” she said, placing her right hoof on top of your wet right hand. “Your hands are the best. Can we do more stuff later? I want to explore what your hands can do.”

“Of course, Rainbow. Whenever you like,” you said, then kissed her back.

This way the final barrier broke down. From now on not a day went without you satisfying Rainbow, without feeling her honey on your hands, the texture of her velvety wet petals and her rubbery drop, the sight of her jungle flame in full bloom, the thick smell her arousal, and the deep sound of her joyful cries.

Rainbow developed some particular preferences in time. She liked grinding against your middle finger, her pearl hidden in its base, with the rest of your fingers covering her rose and moving in fan shaped fashion outwards and inwards, spreading her lips then going back to the heart of her cave. Another thing Rainbow really liked was a localized caressing of her ruby by your index finger alone. The way you rotated your finger over her nub, the way you shuffled it up and down, the way you tickled it just with the tiniest tip of your finger, made Rainbow’s lower mouth repay your efforts with prolific streams of her warm essence that turned her valley into a well after the thawing of spring.

If you wanted to give Rainbow an exceptional orgasm. all you had to do was move your hand from behind. Going from the front, down her belly then between her legs, was fine; but Rainbow enjoyed more the excitement of your hand travelling across her flower to reach the heart of her pleasure rather than going straight down on it from the top. You also liked it because your index finger first fell into her moist valley and got covered in her viscous oils that allowed a smoother stimulation of her pleasure nerve, improving your ability to do the thing you liked most – giving Rainbow absolute bliss and heavenly delight.

Around this time Rainbow began wondering what human clothing felt like. You bought whatever she desired. To your surprise, she went for the most bland, generic, and athletic stuff on the market. She didn’t like the half transparent underwear with frilly designs (“That’s something Rarity would wear”), neither was she fond of boxer shorts which you proposed because of her love for all things sport (“Looks like Applejack”).

Black shorts, Hawaian floral shorts, smooth white or pink panties, and white sleeveless shirts – this stuff Rainbow adored. She looked tremendously exciting in these outfits. Most of all she looked so incredibly natural and innocent wearing them. The casual clothing accentuated Rainbow’s combination of simple sensuality with perfect innocence by making the curves of her upper thighs stand out, by attracting your attention to the concealed parts of her body, and by highlighting her innocent and carefree youth.

Apart from aesthetic value and comfort, Rainbow liked the clothes for the sensations they provided her. She liked to comment on the smoothness of the black shorts against her crotch, how they tickled her flower (the dark patch of dampness between the legs being a good indicator of her delight); or how her hoof easily glided down her pink panties, making her self-pleasure stronger, more intense; or the way you ogled her hips and groin when she wore her one piece bikini or Hawaiian trousers or just plain shorts.

You shared Rainbow’s newfound joy. Moving your finger against the smooth fabric of her shorts and panties was different from directly engaging with her naked bloom. A new intoxication: the way your fingers glided smoothly across her veiled valley, perceiving the damp and warm and wet material, rubbing gently that fabric back into the source of her moisture, your index finger slithering across Rainbow’s jewel and eliciting pelvic movements and sensual hums from her. Moving Rainbow’s panties or shorts down, unveiling the sight of her lotus, red from arousal, open from desire – or moving your hand beneath the fabric, its palm getting heated up by her hot, humid, and pulsating flower while its back grazed against the damp smooth fabric of her clothing – was an exquisite pleasure on its own. As a result of this enjoyment, you got hard every time you saw Rainbow wearing shorts and your fingers tingled with the desire to caress her lower mouth and your tongue longed to receive its liquid blessing from its fully aroused lips.

One day, you did that. You planted the lips to that well, and were transformed.