The Kiss Of The Pony

As you stand in the middle of the living room you turn your head right, staring into the hallway from which you came. At the farthest end of it, after your bedroom, two guest bedrooms, and a bathroom, you see the table that stands in the middle of the kitchen. Behind it you see the kitchen stand with an electric oven on the left, a sink on the right, and white cupboards fixed above. That day you were behind the counter, making the final details for dinner and enjoying the yellow and orange hues of sunset as it fell from the window to your left which opened to the sea of emerald followed by a sea of dark blue with glints of gold sparkling and disappearing on its protean pelt.

*****

You looked at the soup boiling in the wok and, smiling, poured the last of greens from the cutting deck into its delicious looking mess. It was probably one of the best dishes you’ve ever made, although it lacked one little important detail – spiciness. The first time Rainbow had tried your cuisine she found herself in tears from the amount of chili you put into everything that wasn’t dessert.

“How can you eat stuff like this?” Rainbow had said, having eaten a whole bowl of sour cream. “It’s so hot it burned my tongue off and now I can’t feel anything at all.”

This way you had discovered that Rainbow didn’t like peppery foods. You had to adjust your eating preferences a bit to make your food palatable for Rainbow and not force her to make her own meals. The problem wasn’t that the dishes were bad – in fact, they were incredibly delicious and always left you wanting more – but lay in the simple issue that you didn’t like seeing Rainbow doing things that you would rather do for her. You wanted to be her cook, not the other way around. Once you dropped the hotness of your dishes Rainbow stopped trying to interfere in the kitchen and started enjoying your cuisine, finishing your dinner with a smile that warmed your heart instead of going to the fridge for another bottle of cold drink.

When you finished preparing soup you opened the cupboard above and took two white bowls. As you were ready to close the panel you heard a light flapping behind you followed by a dull clop. You smiled. Rainbow was here. Good.

You turned around and felt heaviness turning into tightness in your underwear.

Rainbow was smiling, innocent, her eyes longing. Warm.

She had put a white sleeveless shirt that ended above the little concavity that was her navel and extremely short and tight black shorts which ended at the middle of her thighs and made them look fuller, thicker, than they really were. The shorts’ front was open. Two slides of fabric fell left and right and revealed the almost transparent whiteness of her panties.

You put the bowls on the table, then smiled, the tightness in your groin turning into steel.

“Before or after dinner?”

“Before,” Rainbow said. “Can you go from behind? It feels so, so, so great.”

“Okay,” you said, your head tilted, your eyes admiring Rainbow and her presence.

She looked like an angel under the sunset light, with rivulets of gold dancing from the red streak of her mane at the top of her head to the purple and indigo ones flowing over her shoulders, and with the sun sparkling in the magenta rings and black pools of her eyes. Her smile, calm, loving, serene, was the final perfect touch to her transcendent nature.

She stood with both her forelegs propped against the table. When you let the last word out, however, her right hoof went to her thigh, then crawled upwards till it reached her cute dimple of a navel. Her lovely blue hoof circled around the navel a few times, then dropped down into the space between the open fly and below, although inside the shorts it didn’t yet go.

Between Rainbow’s legs you saw a pillar of blue moving lightly, moving slow, creating shuffling noises as the fabric shifted from its motion. The shorts around Rainbow’s thighs moved upwards and tightened around her legs, then loosened up and returned to their original place and state only to be lifted again the next stroke.

As her pelvis started to move back and forth like a pendulum Rainbow closed her eyes and let her head bob to the motion of her body. By her relaxed and happy face, by her fluid and spontaneous movements, by her spontaneous hums and moans, you knew that Rainbow was enjoying herself fully, totally present in the body and not with her mind somewhere else. Every time you looked at Rainbow masturbating you were mesmerized by the real and natural expression of her delight.

Rainbow’s hoof returned back to her navel. You looked at the black fabric it revealed, and an incredible rush of electric pleasure flooded your brain.

The folds of the black textile looked darker than usual between her legs, and as Rainbow moved sparks of light twinkled on its wetness. Through the open fly you saw Rainbow’s wet panties clinging to her body and allowing you the sight of the pink tip of her hood through their fabric that had turned totally transparent because of her copious dew.

Aroused, you wanted to stick your face between Rainbow’s legs and caress her twilight valley with the tip of your nose followed by the tip of your tongue. You imagined the smell there will be gorgeous and the heat so strong it would penetrate your face and head.

Rainbow returned her hoof over her flower. This time she went inside her shorts. Her groin bulged from her hoof and her shorts got tighter around her thighs. Instead of pushing her hoof further down, Rainbow moved it around in barely noticeable circles, her body responding by doing the familiar undulating swings.

After a while Rainbow removed her hoof from her shorts, its tip wet and shiny. The white triangle that was visible through the unzipped and unbuttoned shorts was all gray, transparent, from the abundance of her juice. Just the mental image of her red lotus in full bloom and saturated with her thick fluid, hidden in veils of white and blue, drove you to the joyful edge.

Taking a break from self pleasure, Rainbow opened her eyes. Their golden sheen, their joyful and warm look, melted your heart down into tingling bliss. You wanted to hug her lightly and forever then proceed down her body slowly and with utmost care, kissing every nook and cranny on the way, and place your lips against her lower mouth and kiss it as if you were kissing the delicate petals of a jungle flame.

“I’m ready,” Rainbow said and placed both her forelegs on her waist, at the waistband of her shorts.

She pushed her shorts and panties down till the middle of thighs then put put her hooves on the table and, stretching, pushed her pelvis back. For one moment the beak of her pink-red hood was visible; the next moment it was gone, replaced by her hanging shirt.

Aroused to the highest degree, you went behind Rainbow, you right hand trailing on the edge of the table, climbing up Rainbow’s right foreleg. Your left hand sneaked to her chest then plunged down and on her exposed navel finally found rest. For a while you shuffled your right hand over Rainbow’s smooth white shirt and made circles across her belly and chest. Several times you dipped your hand down south, teasing, stopping an inch away from her smouldering beauty, then returned back up, closer to the tender beat of her heart. Having set Rainbow aflame, your right hand went down the right side of her body and laid softly on the curve of her right thigh, obscuring the cloud of her mark.

Moving to the main dish, you looked at the sight revealed to you. You saw her pink and red flower swollen from love and covered in liquid honey in an up-turned triangle of blue, her inner lips parting and revealing the oval gateway into her secret inner space. Her hood, pink and glistening, pointed downwards at her panties, all soaked, damp, from her lovely sweat. A drop formed at the end of her hood and gravity pushed it down. The drop refused to fall, dangling on a thin viscous strand that sparkled with the gold of the sunset Sun.

The sight of that adamantine bead broke you down at last. You decided to forego caressing her flower with the tips of your fingers and to apply your tongue to its humid petals instead. It was the only time you didn’t warn Rainbow about your intent. You knew that her enjoyment from your soft licks and delicate kisses would be immense.

Without wasting time you fell onto your knees, your left hand moving from Rainbow’s navel to her waist, your right hand still. As you moved your head closer to her thighs, the heat from between gently caressed the skin of your face like the tender touch of someone dear to your heart.

As your face neared Rainbow’s ripe flower Rainbow’s sweet smelling inebriating musk became the dominant scent. It made the air thicker, giving it a dense texture akin to morning fog or swirls of incense. It made your lust bigger. Desire burned stronger, becoming a column of fire at the bottom of your spine, with every single whiff of Rainbow’s potent brew.

After the smell came the heat. A few inches away from her lotus your nose was engulfed by a throbbing humid heat which reminded you of the most intimate caresses shared with Rainbow at night with your face deeply buried in the soft fluff of her chest. Another inch further between her legs and your face was covered in Rainbow’s pleasant sultriness from chin to forehead.

The sight of the pink petals glistening with virginal sap and the smell of her musk, so thick and strong and dense it seemed to get inside your skin and into your skull, subdued the remaining activities of your mind. The next moment you opened your mouth and stretched forth your tongue toward the bliss bestowing wine.

You were surprised by the ease with which your tongue glided between the inner petals till it found rest in Rainbow’s overflowing well, its buds exploding from the oyster like taste of her bloom: salty, coppery, and sweet. Your whole body was electrified to the extreme as you rested your tongue in the deepest point of Rainbow’s valley, enjoying the heat of her nethers against its skin while her vestibule and the two petals around pulsated with a barely perceptible beat. Rainbow’s sap was the most exquisite thing: more solid than saliva but not as thick as sperm, its pleasant sweet taste added an exciting texture to the sea and copper like shades of her shell.

You moved the tip of your tongue downwards from the valley to the ruby, first giving a gentle lick across, then moving your tongue in circles around its base, feeling the elevation that was the hood and the meaty parts that were the outer petals. From time to time you dipped back into the smoothness of her centre, your tongue sliding smoothly thanks to Rainbow’s boundless ocean of bliss. Compared to the smooth softness of her petals, Rainbow’s stamen was rubbery and firm. To deepen Rainbow’s joy you decreased your speed and force when passing the tip of your tongue over her meteorite of fiery pleasure.

Your left hand resting on Rainbow’s waist shifted as Rainbow started to move, unable to hold still from the onslaught of delight delivered by your soft and loving tongue.

“Whatever you’re doing, don’t stop,” Rainbow said in a husky voice. “It’s better than everything I’ve felt before.”

Satisfied and desiring to give more, you left her downward pointing land of love, inhaled, then blew warm air on her lotus through your nose, beginning in her perineum and ending at her peak.

Rainbow hummed in response.

Continuing, you opened your mouth and slowly, delicately, blew onto her exposed land of desire, trying to cool off her fiery, solar heat.

Rainbow’s reactions was immediate. Intense.

Before you even finished her body suddered and trembled. The next moment Rainbow fell onto her knees and jumped up and down as waves of orgasm rippled through her body, contracting and expanding her for several long minutes. Your hands, meanwhile, went up and down her sides, following her orgiastic rhythm, rustling her white shirt.

When her climax subsided Rainbow ceased moving and rolled her head forwards between her outstretched forelegs still gripping the table’s edge. Sitting still, she looked like a puppet after a show, all strings cut off, the master gone.

Enjoying the absolute stillness and freshness of the afterglow, smelling Rainbow’s pleasant musk lingering in the air, you shifted your hands away from her sides and onto her navel, your little fingers feeling the throbbing heat emanating from her wheel of great delight.

You didn’t stay like this for long. Rainbow turned around and looked at you with amazed and glowing eyes.

“You went down on me, right?” She asked happily.

You smiled. “Maybe.”

Rainbow’s smiled back, then lunged forward and kissed you, the orange and yellow tips of her mane tickling your forehead. She moved her long equine tongue around your mouth, gathering the remnants of her juice, replacing it with saliva instead.

“Yup. That’s me,” she said. “How good am I?”

“Sweet.”

“Really?”

You nodded, then kissed her back.

“How good was my performance?” You asked.

“Amazing! Totally mind blowing! Better than Fluttershy!”

“How?”

“Your tongue. It feels different.”

You opened your mouth and showed her your tongue.

Rainbow did the same in return. She placed her warm tongue on yours, tip to tip, removed it and smiled.

“See! Your tongue is sharp pointed while mine is round,” she said. “Ponies kinda go all over. They can’t hit as precisely as you. It’s just like with your hands”- she took your right hand and placed its palm against her right hoof - “They can go to specific places while our hooves just cover everything. I want to feel more of you. It’s so good.”

“And I can’t wait to drink more of you,” you said, smiling.

“Really. Am I that sweet?” Rainbow said, standing up.

When Rainbow straightened herself up, her forelegs propped on your shoulders, you found your face right next to her triangle of love. The full ripe red blossom of arousal was gone, and your eyes were greeted by a shy cleft instead. The sap covering Rainbow’s groin and running down her legs, sparkling jewel like under under the sunset light, was the only sign left of bygone delight. The sight of the transparent honey alone sparked your thirst for its sweetness anew along with an intense longing to dive again into the beautiful place between her slender toned hindlegs.

“Let me say that the moment I tasted it, I went to Paradise and was reborn,” you said.

Rainbow giggled, putting her panties and shorts back on. “If you say so.”

You looked up at Rainbow. Your heart skipped a beat. Even with her shorts wet from her arousal she looked fantastically beautiful, outright divine. Her beautiful eyes, ever present, shining bright, were the perfect epitome of her inborn natural innocence that enjoyed everything that was simple, wholesome, and non contrived.

You stood up still enthralled by her dazzling beauty made more striking by the last rays of the Sun playing on her prismatic mane, shining like little stars on her coat, and shifting like liquid in her eyes.

“Ready for dinner?” You asked.

“Can’t wait. It smells really good,” Rainbow said, cracking a big smile.

A new obsession entered your relationships after that lovely incident and most intimate kiss. If Rainbow had liked your hands before – the way they moved across her body and enflamed centers of desire previously unknown to her – now she became attached to your tongue.

Not a day went without you going down on Rainbow, putting your head between her thighs and feeling their warm soft fur graze against your cheeks; immersing your face into the furnace of her forge and inhaling the dense and humid scent of her aroused lotus, ripe and full and spilling juice down her legs and groin; threading lightly with your tongue every acre of her land of desire set amid hills of blue and savouring the oyster like taste of her mountains, her petals, and her well; and imbibing the wonderfully sweet nectar that trickled out of her spring as the result of your tender kisses and delicate caresses.

Following the example set by your hands you took it slow, stretching time and driving Rainbow deeper into the ocean of bliss. By her different hums, the movements of her pelvis, and the volume of her wonderful juice you knew how close or distant Rainbow’s was from the orgiastic reflex; and you used this knowledge to gift her incredible releases, oceanic and immense. By the way she hugged you, strong and ardent, and the way she looked at you, joyful and content, you understood she appreciated your efforts one hundred percent. For just that smile, pure and innocent, so delicate almost angelic, you were ready to exhaust yourself in tenderness and finesse.

At some point you felt the oyster like taste of Rainbow’s rose and the piscine scent of her musk on your tongue and in your nose from the first moments of waking to the last moments of lucidity before drifting into sleep. You weren’t afraid of it and didn’t try to suppress it by inhalants or drops. You were ensnared by the slender, plantain thighs of your beautiful mare and had absolutely no desire to be set free from her fragrant land of love. You found your joy – your liquid bliss bestowing joy – in the middle of Rainbow’s throbbing, expanding and contracting, secret heart.

*****

Just reminiscing about the days when Rainbow’s nectar flowed daily into your being brings its sweet taste on your palate. Nowadays it’s a combination of three things – phallus, hands, and tongue – and it’s rare when the focus is on one approach only. Although the pleasure from a full embrace is the most intense for you both, you miss the time when your tongue was the main instrument for giving Rainbow matchless bliss.

As you look into the kitchen, you remember that you have dinner to prepare.

Slowly you proceed towards the kitchen, then look at the table on which the ingredients lay ready for you. The frying pan, unoiled, is already on the stove.

You go to the stove and are ready to turn the current on when soft thudding from the left disrupts your attention. A light shower rains on the long and thick leaves of the evergreen trees outside. The falling drops twinkle like stars under the rays of the late afternoon sun.

Judging by the presence of the sun you guess that it was one of the quick rainfalls typical for the spot. Give it ten or twenty minutes and it will end.

The shower, though. It brings lovely memories to the fore. It was in the shower that you first submerged into her.