The Kiss Of The Pony

That wonderful day Rainbow returned way past the usual time. For some reason Rainbow didn’t disclose the Wonderbolts hadn’t liked the new trick that she proposed to add to their routine. As a consequence Rainbow spent all the afternoon honing the stunt that had not been accepted by her peers.

You discovered this long after sunset when Rainbow had finally returned home.

Since four in the afternoon, the usual time of her return, you felt an unpleasant tension in your stomach, a churning, twisting ball of dread. Rainbow always told you in the morning if she would have fun with her friends or not. Of course you took into consideration the unexpected, the chance meetings that always happen between friends, yet you still felt wrong, like some fundamental piece of your being was gone. You knew Rainbow had a life of her own and you weren’t afraid of solitude, but over the months since that fateful meeting every time Rainbow was away an intense longing gnawed at your chest, sometimes in the background, sometimes emerging to the front. You knew she would come to you, smiling, her eyes bright. Your heart, however, always demanded her presence as if she were its nourishing light.

Odd, you observed, how you went from not caring about everybody to pining for someone else.

So you spent the evening in the contemplative mood, sitting in your balcony, looking at the sunset and the star dotted night sky above, swimming in that peculiar bittersweet feeling of emptiness born from the lack of someone dear and close. For you everything – the balustrade, the table, the sea, the stars in the body of deep blue – seemed suffused with that particular heart pulling gloom.

When you heard the clop of hooves your heart leaped out of your chest. Reinvigorated and light, you stood and pranced back into the house.

You found Rainbow in the living room, tired and worn out. Her legs were shaking from exhaustion. As she opened and closed her wings she grinned, brows furrowed, baring her perfectly white teeth.

Alerted by your steps and shadow falling right in front of her, Rainbow looked up and smiled. Despite looking as if she’d been through fire, water, and copper pipes – her mane a crow’s next of bright colours glistening with the oily sheen of sweat, orange and yellow strands of her mane plastered to her equally sweaty forehead, and her uniform spoiled by dark patches on her chest and underneath her forelegs and hindlegs – her eyes sparkled with zest.

Rainbow leaped on you, wrapping her forelegs over your neck and placing a kiss on your lips. Although her lips had the bitter tinge of sweat and your nose was immersed in the cloud of an acrid scent coming from an overworked and overheated mare, at that moment you didn’t care.

You moved your hand down Rainbow’s forelegs and over her sticky cold patches of sweat on her sides till they rested on her waist. Even if some powerful but scorned ascetic were to freeze you and Rainbow together for an eternity and a little more, you wouldn’t mind the smell and sweat – you felt that good from seeing Rainbow’s warm eyes, from feeling her pleasant heat.

After Rainbow satisfied her thirst, her lips disengaged from yours and she stared at you, smiling, longing.

“What took you so long?” You asked.

“Training.”

“New routine?”

Rainbow tilted her head to the side, one ear drooping, the other perking. “Kinda. I wanted to introduce a new trick but they didn’t like it. Said needed more grace. So I went on and repeated and repeated it till it felt graceful enough for me. Dunno what the Wonderbolts would say.”

“Do they like your tricks?”

Rainbow unwrapped her forelegs from your neck and fell back to her four hooves. “Rarely.”

You frowned. “Why?”

“Dunno. They always says it’s not fluid enough, graceful enough, interesting enough. Then I show them the new and improved trick and they say yeah it’s good but not we already have a repertoire so let’s wait awhile.”

“Then why do you keep doing them?”

“We have been doing the same stuff for years. Sooner or later they would have to give in. But enough of that. How about a shower?”

“I thought you didn’t like showers,” you said, moving aside, letting Rainbow through to the hallway.

“When you’re all sticky and smelling like onions, you have to put your dislikes aside,” Rainbow said. “You don’t have any idea how disgusting I feel. And I want you to give me a massage. Your hands are miles better than hooves.”

Despite being a typical rectangular stall surrounded by transparent glass, your shower was large enough to accommodate two persons. If you wanted to lie down and stretch your body you could do it without feeling unpleasant pressure and constraint. As a result, you had no problems being with Rainbow in the stall.

Hot water tapping against your skin and streaming down your body took the last vestiges of tension away while the hazy vapours rising up from the floor created the illusion of being disconnected from the rest of the world, of being relaxed and protected in a pleasant warm cocoon. In this floating space, heated up and nicely wet, you felt that you were exchanging something with Rainbow through osmosis, as if the water had somehow thinned your boundaries and invisible energies passed between you and her. It was a feeling you rather enjoyed because it brought you closer to Rainbow than anything before, turning you into a part of her body, part of her breath, part of her beat.

Enjoying the peaceful shower, you sat on the floor, legs stretched, your back against the tiled skyblue wall. Above your legs Rainbow stood, her head to the right, her rump to the left. Your hands shuffled up and down, right and left, her spine, your touch becoming as light as a feather around her neck and tail while putting the slightest pressure in between. When you got bored of shuffling your hands around you kneaded her back, your fingers like metal detectors finding a knot of tension and applying themselves to its release.

The most tense points were around the wings and lower back. Her shoulders and wings done, you proceeded to her rump. Here your approach was subtler than kneading – you shuffled your hands around, creating heat that dissolved the aching stiffness. Around her tail you shifted your pressure to the tips of the fingers only, brushing them as light as summer breeze against her sensitive root.

Rainbow lifted her tail in response to your subtle and pleasant stimulation. You placed your fingers over her smooth dock and caressed it with your tips like the fairest wind in midsummer heat. Your right hand had meanwhile returned back to Rainbow’s wings which Rainbow had lifted to give you access to the delicate and sensitive softness underneath.

“This is exactly what I wanted,” Rainbow said, setting her hindlegs wider apart.

Like a snake blending with its surroundings Rainbow’s fishy but pleasant musk penetrated into the warm transparent haze of the shower stall. The moment you realized her sweet smell your groin turned heavy and your penis rubbery, becoming bigger, spreading over your pubes and finally getting hard, its tip throbbing with tingling electric pleasure.

Tired of tickling Rainbow’s dock, you decide to move the fingers of your left hand up and down Rainbow’s right haunch, beginning as far away as possible from her inner thighs but diving deeper between her legs with every single shuffle. When your fingers felt the heat coming from her flaming lower mouth and stumbled onto warm wetness going down her thighs in little sticky streams, you moved your hand back outside and onto her buttocks.

Rainbow’s pelvis moved forward and backward in response to your loving touches while low hums escaped from her throat. By the look at her closed eyes and the smile on her face you knew she was enjoying deeply your light approach. Embracing you was one of the few activities in which Rainbow preferred to be slow.

The next time you plunged back between her hindlegs you shifted your fingers between one thigh and the other, going up in zigzagging jumps towards Rainbow’s other mouth that hungered for your kisses but leaping over the main attraction and landing on her dock instead. From that point, you moved your hand up Rainbow’s spine and stopped it right behind Rainbow’s uplifted ear, scratching carefully the grooves between her ear and head.

Rainbow opened her eyes and, still smiling, looked at you.

“You’re such a tease,” she said.

Before you could respond she lunged forward and placed her lips over yours. Despite the sudden motion her touch was light and sent waves of pleasant and tingly shivers through your face. Her warm breath caressing your cheeks, her warm tongue trying to coil around yours, her hooves resting on your shoulders, and the smell of her essence in the air – it was perfect bliss for you.

Kiss broken, Rainbow stood up and propped her forelegs against the wall behind you. First her toned chest and belly, sky blue, went past your eyes, but when Rainbow stopped moving they were greeted by her lovely flower, red and blooming, moistened by water and dew.

For a moment you did nothing but admire the perfection that was Rainbow’s lower mouth. Like a lone island jotting out of the sea Rainbow’s red lotus stood apart from the skyblue colour of her belly and thighs, its lonely ruby standing proud at the end of the flushed ridge overlooking the entrance into the wish bestowing well framed by two delicate pink petals. Tremendous heat radiated from between her legs, hotter than the already hot air in the shower booth. And the smell. So intense and overpowering it blotted out every other scent. Your nose could only feel Rainbow’s hidden, alluring, and enthralling musk; and the more you breathed it in, the more you wanted to plant your tongue against her other set of lips.

Which you did.

You stretched your tongue and placed it between the soft, velvety, and throbbing petals of her lotus, then moved it up toward the jewel on the ridge. A few times you reached the bottom of the ridge then returned back into the well hidden within layers of red and coated in Rainbow’s unbelievably sweet juice. In response to your teasing Rainbow’s pelvis moved back and forth, desiring to reach the melting pleasure of release. To keep Rainbow in touch with your tongue your head followed her motions while your hands, planted lightly on her flanks, shuffled over her marks.

After light teasing your tongue finally climbed Rainbow’s mountain, first going up the root of the hood then up the ridge, and pressed its tip against her hard and hot ruby. Rainbow’s let out a long gentle moan as result, encouraging you to carry on your gentle loving. So you continued, passing your tongue up her rubbery jewel, moving your tongue in circles around its root and giving quick licks to its hood. To keep the magic going you shifted your tongue down into the valley that was overflowing with Rainbow’s sweet fluid and lapped its sweetness from her petals and the spaces between.

If it were your will you would stay like this forever, your tongue to Rainbow’s secret heart, your forehead to her soft furry belly, your mouth full of her sap, your nose scorched by her potent musk.

Rainbow, however, had other plans.

Once you felt her hooves on your shoulders, you stopped kissing and looked up at her shining eyes and smiling face. A long, thin, transparent trail formed between the lower point of her lotus, at the intersection of her inner petals, and your upper lip. It curved down and broke, leaving a long strand on your chin.

Rainbow sat on her knees, her smooth, silky, wet groin, fiery as a forge, pressing down your thunderbolt. The sultry wetness alone set you on the edge of orgasmic bliss. The gentle beat of her heart echoing through her petals didn’t make it any better for you.

Rainbow looked at your with pleading eyes. “I’m ready. For the real thing.”

Feeling the ball of anxiety roll in your stomach, you put your hands on Rainbow’s shoulders. “You sure?”

Rainbow nodded. “Absolutely. We’ve done everything but the most important stuff.”

“I must warn you about one thing,” you said. “The first time may not be as pleasurable as what will follow. I haven’t been with a woman for a long time. I may come too early for you.”

“You won’t leave me hanging, eh?”

You smiled. “Of course not. I just wanted to warn you not to expect too much. The first pancake always comes wrong. It will become better when we’ll get a better feel for each other.”

“It’s like flying, then? You get better the more you train?”

You nodded. “Exactly, but with one caveat. It’s gets better the more you know and love your special someone. Let’s take it slow. Do you like how it feels?”

Rainbow shuffled her lotus up and down your thunderbolt, her face pensive yet content. The feeling of Rainbow velvety smooth, warm, pulsating veils gliding along your shaft melted your pelvis and sent waves of electric tingling up you spine. The pleasure was so strong that your pelvis started to move up and down on its own accord, so strong that you closed your eyes and threw your head back, your mind empty, of all thoughts void.

“It doesn’t feel bad,” Rainbow said, stopping her movement, her knob of pleasure against the back of your head. “I kinda like it this way.”

“Should we proceed?” You said in a thin voice, shifting your hands back to Rainbow’s flanks.

You were blown by how amazing, how smooth, how wet, and how delicate and loving Rainbow’s lower mouth felt while it throbbed against your shaft and coated your head with sap. Most of all you were impressed by how hot it felt, like it were the mouth of the underwater mare from the local legends that would burn away the ocean and then the world with its flames and leave only ash behind at the current cycle’s end. Maybe it was similar to the mare’s mouth because the pleasurable hotness did burn away the knots of your mind, one after another, by the bliss it bestowed.

“Yes,” Rainbow said, upbeat. “Let’s do it.”

However, the moment Rainbow moved up and the tip of your shaft slipped within the lower concavity of her shell and was wholly enveloped by Rainbow’s loving veils, time ceased to exist, your pelvis melted into throbbing euphoric tingling, and your whole body was washed by waves of hair lifting bliss. Your sense of self eradicated in total pleasure, your pelvis performed quick but gentle thrusting movements on its own which, as your shaft slid between Rainbow unbelievably warm and silky petals, only made the pleasure stronger, turning your mind and body into a vibrating field of joy.

You didn’t know for long how you kept going, personality obliterated, body free to move as it willed – minutes, hours, an eternity, perhaps? When all motion finally stopped you felt relaxed and free, like a heavy burden was lifted from your shoulders. Everything felt right in some deep way out of your mind’s analytic reach: the sound of the shower hitting you, Rainbow, and the floor; the warm and hazy air; the combined smell of Rainbow’s fishy musk and your semen’s chlorine scent; the warm pulsations of Rainbow’s lotus against your drained shaft; Rainbow’s furry thighs underneath your hands: all was perfect, all was pure.

You opened your eyes and your heart skipped a beat at the sight of Rainbow’s beaming face. She looked so lovely, so happy, her irises like stars sparkling.

As warmth spread through your chest you shifted your hands over Rainbow’s wings and brought her as close as possible to you. You wanted to do nothing but hug her lightly, tenderly, and softly, feel her heart beat against yours, to kiss her kindly on the cheek, and feel her breath wash over your soul.

When Rainbow placed her hooves on your chest you disentangled from her and surveyed again her beautiful starry eyes. You could get lost forever in them. If only you could jump into the loving blackness in the centre and dissolve in Rainbow’s innermost self.

“You’re pretty fast,” Rainbow, giggling, said.

You smiled. “I said I didn’t have any contact for a long time. How do you feel?”

“Good. It wasn’t as scary as I suspected, and I think I can handle it well,” Rainbow said. “And I like how warm it feels down there with your juice.”

“How about I clean you up. I left you behind. I need to repay.”

“No problem. Take your time. When you go really slow it’s just the best.”

Rainbow put her hands on the wall behind you and lifted herself up.

Once again her lower mouth met your stare. This time, however, Rainbow hidden valley was covered in snow. Your white essence coated her hood, with only her red drop emerging from the ocean of milk. It hung in thick strings across her inner petals and gathered in the bottom of her valley enclosing her spring. Some drops had landed on Rainbow’s mound and now looked like lonely clouds in the middle of a spotless sky against the backdrop of her coat.

Your tongue returned back to Rainbow’s bloom, dipping into her well before moving up across her ruby and between her folds. Your semen was thicker than Rainbow's crystalline sap but Rainbow’s innate sweetness added some taste to your flavourless substance. Since Rainbow was still heated up, preparing for orgasm, her lotus produced in troves its bliss bestowing resin. Soon not a single globe of your mercurial liquid remained, replaced by Rainbow’s constant flow of liquid sulphur bubbling from her own personal hot spring. Your tongue once again glided like quicksilver over her rubbery mountain and smooth lips, its cool touch calming Rainbow’s infernal heat.

To heighten Rainbow’ pleasure you moved your right hand under her tail and massaged her dock. The result followed quickly.

Rainbow collapsed on her knees as the serpentine waves of the orgiastic reflex rocked her body, her forelegs wrapped around your neck and bringing you closer to her. How gracefully Rainbow moved, dissolved in bliss, her mane shuffling wild, shining droplets of water flying from its tips. As you looked at her movement – head and pelvis forwards then backwards – you wondered how reaching the peak simultaneously would feel. On the other hand, that way you wouldn’t be able to see Rainbow’s graceful release, going wild in the beginning and gradually into stillness disappearing.

Having returned to the ground, Rainbow opened her eyes, shining mad with joy, and kissed you. Her long tongue passed over your lips, collecting the leftovers of her honey like a bee collects pollen.

Satisfied, Rainbow removed her warm wet mouth from yours.

“You’re just the best,” Rainbow said, then hugged you as strongly as she could.

That was the first time at the real embrace. Like every other first attempt it didn’t go quite as you or her expected, but unlike most first attempts it didn’t leave one party unfulfilled.

The next day you embraced again but this time in your bedroom with you lying down and Rainbow on top. You had chosen this position to give Rainbow as much control as possible because the last thing you wanted to do was making such an amazing experience uncomfortable for her.

After a slow and satisfying foreplay involving slow strokes and delicate kisses, Rainbow gave the signal to proceed.

“I’m ready,” she said.

Upon hearing these words you laid down while Rainbow positioned her lotus, looking an attractive shade of red amid the overall blue, over your thunderbolt. Like before she slid over it, going up and down, covering it in her essence.

When the moment came you put your right hand over your shaft, the left one on Rainbow’s waist, and guided your tip to the bottom of Rainbow’s valley where the well, already overflowing with her concentrate, eagerly awaited for your friend.

This time you managed to enter into the innermost cavern of her being. You didn’t last long inside.

As your shaft moved deeper into her velvety warm wetness, tight and throbbing, the strongest wave of electrical pleasure you’ve ever felt amassed in your pelvis, sending tingling serpentine emissaries up your spine. Your hips began their slow motion while you, bathed in a sea of tingly ecstasy, tried to keep your attention on your forehead to avoid a premature end.

“This doesn’t feel bad at all,” Rainbow said, cheery, her lotus pressing against your pubes.

“Do you like it?” You asked.

You certainly did. It felt like being one with Rainbow at some level beyond words and hugs. You felt honoured that Rainbow trusted you enough to let you in the most secret space of her body reserved only for that special someone. Or somepony. And how good it felt…your shaft at home in the loving throbbing warmth of Rainbow’s secret heart, you at at peace within Rainbow’s gentle furry forelegs.

“Yeah. Not too big and fits quite nice. I think I’m really going to like this,” Rainbow said, then let her pelvis move up and down in slow motions that she liked most.

The thick, wet, and womb-like warm smoothness gliding like finest silk up and down your shaft was too much for you to handle. You opened your mouth to warn Rainbow that you’re about to melt but you crossed the point before even a single syllable could be spelt.

Shivers of the most exquisite electric pleasure washed your body like the lapping waves of the sea, their touch of pleasure obliterating your personality, your hips going up and down in elegant and harmonious swings as your semen virile spilled into the warm tight darkness of Rainbow’s inmost being and mingled with Rainbow’s thick copious sap that surrounded your shaft from all sides and felt like the world’s softest, most pleasant glove.

The rapture you experienced, outside time, beyond mind, was one of the most exquisite and purest states you had the chance throughout your existence to taste. Only one thing spoiled it for you: the inability to hug her, the source of your sublime joy, who saddled you like a horse, her back against your bent legs, her legs on both sides of your hips. If you only had Rainbow in your arms...

After reaching absolute stillness you laid for awhile, languid and warm, in the blissful emptiness of the afterglow, feeling light as a feather floating on the barely noticeable currents in the air.

Then you opened you eyes, and a knot of love twisted in your chest.

Rainbow looked so wonderful and lovely as the rays of the morning sun fell on her mane and face and created around her head an illusion of an unearthly white haze. Because of the fuzziness of your vision still adjusting to the world outside the colours of Rainbow’s mane seemed to blend in with her accidental glow, giving it the lightest iridescent touch.

The most you were attracted to her eyes: happy, open, and warm, sparkling with barely containable vitality, suffused with the shades of perfect sweetness.

“Sorry,” you said, smiling.

“No problem,” Rainbow, giggling, said. “Look at it from the bright side: you lasted longed than yesterday.”

“Progress is progress. Now it’s your turn.”

Rainbow lifted herself from your groin and your shaft, already limp, fell of out her cave, leaving a white trail in its wake. Smiling, she fell back and lifted her legs, pressed together, up. Your shaft returned to life as you gazed on her valley with puffy pinkish blue hills protecting the delicious redness between and a trail of transparent fluid mixed with the whiteness of your seed dribbling from the dale’s southernmost spot.

Enthralled by the beauty of the sight, you shifted from laying on your spine to lying on your belly and placed your head between Rainbow’s flanks, your ears brushing against the soft hair that formed her coat, your warm cheeks against her warm inner thighs, your hands covering her cute marks. Feeling the solar heat of her nether region on your nose and chin, you pursed your lips and sent a soft stream of air across her vale, over her pinkish-blue hills, over her petals red as a jungle flame, and over her wish fulfilling gem overlooking it all in the north.

Moaning, Rainbow shifted around, her pelvis falling into the swinging motions heralding the advent of release. Content, you proceeded ahead. You placed the tip your nose over the bottom of her valley then moved it up, reached her pearl tickled its rubbery red shape, absorbing on the way Rainbow’s musk in its purest state. By the way Rainbow’s pelvis moved and by the hums that escaped from her throat you understood she was deeply enjoying your light loving play.

When your nose returned back south into the hollow folded by veils of red you switched from nose to tongue and put your tongue’s tip right into Rainbow’s well, where the cinnabar of your commingled essence brewed, and moved it around the borders, tickling its upper wall the most. Delighted by your touch, Rainbow’s flower repaid your skill by ejecting copious streams of her sweet essence. However, Rainbow’s peak remained unattended – a mistake that your rectified a moment later by shifting your tongue from the heated well and bringing it onto her aroused and engorged hood.

By moving your tongue up and down, left and right, and all around her rubbery red ruby you brought Rainbow to the peak. Instead of stopping you kept going as her pelvis waved up and down from the serpentine waves of supreme delight. Only when Rainbow’s pulse like motions subsided you removed you face from that lovely triangle of love, all shining, wet, awash in the liquid manifestation of her being and consciousness in bliss.

A smile crept up your face and a pleasant tingle set your heart alight as you observed her, relaxed, satisfied, chest rising up and down in a languid way, with her mane spread around her head like the tentacles of a prismatic squid, shining and shimmering under the soft light of the approaching day. Without thinking you did what your heart desired – laid next to her and took her into your loving arms.

That was it.

The next morning you tried again. That time Rainbow finally came.

Having thought about what went wrong on the previous occasions, you decided to unite with Rainbow in the half-lotus posture that morning. From your previous experiences you knew that this particular pose allowed to stretch the embrace for times much longer than usual. That would allow Rainbow to enjoy herself and experience the joy of union without you prematurely spoiling the fun.

After a drawn out foreplay that began at the blue hour and ended when the sky turned azure, featuring your tricky hands that sent Rainbow’s blossom abloom and your wonderful tongue that was like butter to her craving blaze, you sat in the half lotus and stood still as Rainbow crept over your legs and positioned herself before you with her forelegs wrapped around your neck. Using your right hand, you fixed your bolt over the center of her inflamed blossom, then put the hand back on Rainbow’s right flank and allowed her to slide down your length.

The entry into Rainbow’s warm and wet and pulsating darkness hugging you tightly from all sides set you again on the edge of surrender, but as you calmed your mind and shifted your attention to Rainbow’s beautiful eyes the tremendous waves of pleasure around your groin dissipated a little. Once again you were bathed in the feeling of peacefulness, of having returned home, of being welcome in the heart of another soul. Most of all you liked the feeling of ineffable unity with Rainbow, you deep inside her and she all outside, that was further heightened by the fact she was right in front, heart to heart, eye to eye.

Rainbow started the rhythm. When she set the groove by slow swings of her pelvis you joined in, your hips coming forward when Rainbow’s pelvis went down and going back when it went up. The slowness of the motions made you tingle all over and sent shivers throughout your limbs.

The fact you could hold Rainbow within your arms, place your nose in the corner between her left shoulder and neck, smell her natural odor, feel her pulsating heat, and pepper her with kisses as soft as a feather, made the embrace exquisite. Just like the fact that you could caress all of her back and her flanks and scratch behind her ears without any impediment or excessive strain. Or get immersed in her warm loving eyes, graceful and tender, free from her armor of brashness and bravado in moments of a close hug. Even such detail as the streams of her sultry liquid grace flowing down both sides of your shaft and trickling down your testicles felt appropriate, perfect. Right. You liked holding Rainbow like this, snuggled within the warmth of your body and pressed against the radiance of your heart which melted from love at her slightest giggle and her slightest look and her slightest grin.

As the action went on Rainbow picked up the pace, then closed her eyes and placed her head on your right shoulder. Witnessing the change, feeling the increase of speed, you grinned.

Rainbow was getting close.

You didn’t have to wait for long.

The generation of her thick ambrosial flow increased between her warm sleek legs, turning her movements slick and fluid. Simply great. Rainbow’s lower mouth seemed to suck your shaft further in, pulling you inside then closing its full wet lips around the root of your bolt, bringing you deeper and deeper into Rainbow’s core, as close as possible to the source of that loving pulse that throbbed all around your being. The tug and the clamp of her binding mouth around your thunderbolt evoked a similar response from you. By slow and deep trusts you fulfilled your desire of getting as far as possible into Rainbow’s inner abode.

You knew it began to happen when Rainbow hugged you tight, almost leaving you breathless, and her motions sped up.

A couple of bounces and she was gone, her body waving serpentine, moans of joy escaping from her open mouth. With Rainbow bouncing up and down, her chest and belly shuffling against yours, her forelegs and hindlegs holding you like the tightest vice in the world, and her binding mouth contracting rhythmically against your shaft, grasping tightly your thunderbolt then releasing it only to hug it again seconds later with its warm throbbing and loving walls, you didn’t last until the end of Rainbow’s surrender.

The tense electric sphere of joy spread through the whole of your pelvis and your thrusting movements escaped your volition, picking up a quick but elegant motion on their own accord, and the next moment the ball of joy exploded and you surrendered yourself to the thunderbolt of pleasure. For a few seconds, as tingling hair rising joy rushed up to your head and the extremities of your body, drilling every cell of your skin with bliss as intense and powerful as a lightning stroke, the bed disappeared from beneath you and you were falling or flying into a light blue infinity. When the wave of pleasure hit your head you stopped existing at all. A peculiar sensation of being fused with Rainbow was the only conscious experience you felt: the heat of your bodies felt one, the bliss of orgasm felt shared as if you and Rainbow were a one singular pocket of bliss, your shaft and her lotus felt fused together, so united you couldn’t tell at which point your thunderbolt ended and her lotus began. Even the pulsations of your hearts seemed to be one single but deep throb.

As your body surrendered to the involuntary movements of pleasure you were absolutely free, finally at peace. For the first time in your life the unique and unshakable sensation of existential solitude, of being a lone journeyman through lands foreign and unknown with no destination to reach, fell off like a worn out snare or a dried up knot. For the first time, you were not alone.

When the movements subsided – Rainbow’s earlier than yours – you felt relaxed and incredibly light, like a deflated balloon bereft of air. A point of joy radiated from your chest and a smile bubbled on your face as you enjoyed Rainbow’s fuzzy warmth against your torso and limbs. And as long as you held her the feeling of eroded borders between you and her persisted along with a determinate feeling that everything is right under the sun, not a stone out of place, not a beat out of order.

Inevitably, the moment came when you had to disengage. Rainbow did it first by moving her soft head away from your shoulder and her forelegs away from your spine.

You opened your eyes and looked at her glowing smiling face, her eyes shining with intense joy that reminded you of the time she told you about how she got accepted into the Wonderbolts. The morning Sun once again covered her prismatic mane with the already familiar white halo with tinges of iridescence closer to the her hair. This time it seemed stronger: less ethereal, more solid. But yesterday the embrace hadn’t lasted as long as today and the orgasm hadn’t been as mind melting. Of course your perception would be fuzzier as a result.

Rainbow still looked lovely with her warm eyes and amazingly sweet with her smile. You would give everything to hold her like this forever and ever, forever lost in her magenta eyes that could never her love hide.

A yellow strand of hair fell over her right eye. Carefully, with the gentleness of a petal, you moved it to the side, then kissed her lightly on her forehead, your nose absorbing the natural scent of her body and the ever present smell of ozone in her hair.

“How was it?” you asked.

Instead of answering Rainbow giggled and hugged you back, the push of her force bringing you down onto the bed.

“Best thing ever!” she said. “You’re the best!”

Your heart throbbed with warmth upon hearing Rainbow’s confession. For that beautiful smile of hers and that soft look you were ready to give her your all.

“Should I clean you up?” You asked.

“Not this time,” Rainbow said. “I like how warm it feels inside and outside.”

“You won’t be so happy when it’ll get cold and crusty.”

Rainbow winked then removed her right hoof from behind your spine and put it between you and her. Although you were spent, when her soft hoof rubbed against your sleeping bolt a wave of shivers ran through your body and your bolt stirred back into sentience from languid sleep. While her hoof rolled between her legs Rainbow looked at you with a daredevil smile whose meaning you understood when she brought her foreleg back, wet from her transparent honey and your pearly white juice.

“I could’ve done that with my tongue,” you said.

Rainbow cocked her head. “I know, but let me have a taste.”

And so you watched, enthralled, as Rainbow licked her hoof clean, enjoying the liquid cinnabar created from your cool white mercury and her heated sulphur, transparent in appearance but fiery red in essence.

Her hoof made spotless, its damp surface glistening gold, Rainbow darted forward and kissed you. As your tongue explored her lips, you could taste the remnants of her sweetness and your blandness left on them. Even the slight taste of this concentrate turned you kiss fiercer, hungrier, wanting more.

Rainbow broke the kiss and looked at you with such warmth that you simply melted under her stare.

“Now I know why you’re so eager to make me clean,” she, smiling, said.

From that day on, your love life with Rainbow acquired a new intensity of passion as well as new depth. It featured kind kisses coupled with gentle caresses that ended in slow and swinging motions delivering the highest bliss for both, leaving you fulfilled and satiated, the fire still burning like an ember but ready to blaze up into a pyre when opportunity arouse. Every touch, every kiss, every union retained that touch of slow sensuality and simple love which made both soar in the end and return back to Earth within each other’s embrace, sharing a closeness most intimate and transcendent.

The usual place of joining was your bed and the usual times either mornings or sunsets. There was nothing as perfect as surrendering to Rainbow in the glow of the rising sun that covered her tail, mane, and coat with a bejeweled net of myriad diamonds sparkling white and gold; or in the fiery evening kiss of red and orange hues that made Rainbow look like the messenger of night, her blue body all stars and constellations encompassing. Both these transitory moments highlighted Rainbow aerial and angelic nature that sent you aflame with love for your messenger who bestowed blissful wisdom with her mouth of kissing and her mouth of union.

If the desire to unite crept at other times and other places, it didn’t present any issue. You proceeded to fulfill your desire right where you found yourself in. In fact, these moments of spontaneous inspiration moved by the unpredictable flow of love granted you the most blissful experiences and the sweetest memories.