The Kiss Of The Pony

As you look at the kitchen table you remember another time you had surrendered to Rainbow.

That time, too, she wore clothes – a white hoodie that hung loose on her and a pair of short plain black shorts ending at the middle of her thighs and with a white rim on their hems – but she relinquished self-pleasure and went straight for you. You sent her lotus blooming with your finger both through the silky smooth fabric of her shorts and without, then worshiped it with your tongue, and finally offered the essence of your thunderbolt. You began from behind, Rainbow bent back, her forelegs placed on the table, her liquid forming long filaments that burst and fell onto the wet fabric of her shorts, then turned her around and lifted her onto the table, her hindlegs spread, shorts discarded, and paid quick homage to her lotus with your tongue and resumed the pleasant and slow movement of union till she surrendered and you followed. Her smile was worth the pleasurable trouble alone. The way she hugged you afterwards, warm but tight, as if trying to return to the non-duality of the unexcelled state of union, melted your heart away. For about an hour you stayed there hugging, Rainbow sitting on the table, you between her hindlegs.

Another such moment happened in the living room, by the coach and chair, on the rare occasion when you were watching television. To shut off the box you asked where the remote was. Rainbow found it resting on the only chair in the room. Something caught your attention in the way she stood, forelegs on the coach, hindlegs apart, her tail lifted.

“Here is the remote,” Rainbow said and turned back to look at you.

She caught your longing stare devouring the curves of her body and the puffy triangle between her thighs, and her eyes lit with the same flame. A nod of her head and you were good to go. Long you stayed between her plantain like thighs and didn’t proceed to union until your jaws cramped, your tongue never getting bored with exploring the manifold folds and wonders of her valley flooded by her juice. The sweet and slow moving motions lasted long and like the other time you switched positions to bring yourself closer to Rainbow, beginning from behind and ending in half lotus, Rainbow wrapped in your arms. Since the embrace lasted long so did the surrender, you first, Rainbow second, telescoped into the ether by your spontaneous moves. When you returned back to the ground you hugged and planted myriads of kisses on Rainbow’s face – such was the joy of holding her within your arms and feeling her warm breath carry unspoken truth into your ear and her heart beat in tact with yours.

Another memory that comes to your mind is about the time you united on the balcony at midnight on full-moon. Rainbow was propped against the balustrade with her back to you. There was something in the way she looked that caught your eye and set you aflame – maybe the way her mane flowed in the wind, the way her eyes stared with wonder at the night sky above, maybe the serene smile on her face, maybe the way she lifted her tail and spread her hindlegs, bringing her place of love to the fore.

Whatever it was, it set you in the mood. As a sign that she wasn’t averse to your caresses, Rainbow lifted her tail higher and gave you the sight of her lotus. Like the other times, before proceeding to union you drank heavily from her spring, gorging yourself on her rejuvenating honey whose quantity depended on the softness of your touch. Rainbow electrified and properly prepared, you proceeded to join and merge with her triangle of bliss, bending down over her, your arms around her chest. Just like the previous times, after the beginning posture you switched to one that allowed total contact with her belly, chest, and beautiful eyes – you couldn’t surrender without looking straight into Rainbow’s loving eyes in a position that put her in equal status, neither underneath you nor above.

It was one of the few times when you both surrendered to pleasure together. While your bodies waved and slithered under the control of absolute pleasure, your hips swinging in perfect rhythm, you hugged Rainbow as tightly and softly as you could till all sense of separateness was banished. Extinct. When you opened you eyes and saw Rainbow against the backdrop of a starry sky, due to fuzzy vision you couldn’t discern for a few moments where the sky ended and Rainbow began. You were quite sure, despite all the logical deductions of your mind, that Rainbow was covered in tiny white sparks that reminded you of stars, stars that weren’t immobile but moved across her blue coat and between the strands of her hair. Whatever it was – defect of perception or hallucination born of exhaustion – it made Rainbow look beautiful, divine, with the perfect addition being her sweet glowing smile.

And so it went. Every room in your home witnessed your binding. Every wall was touched by Rainbow’s hooves as you initiated the union before switching to other, better postures. For awhile you could feel the Rainbow’s musk of love, fishy, pleasant, everywhere within your home, ranging from a barely noticeable whiff to a definite presence; and it immediately sent your senses alert and your heart ablaze, stirring memories of unions past or expectations of joys to come. Rainbow was willing to engage with you, too. Most of the time she initiated contact first and you, sent swooning by the single touch of her soft hooves or even softer lips, followed, eager to satisfy and surrender to her.

Even the beach pleasant memories evokes. The times you’ve united with Rainbow outside home were rare, but their impact and force was immense.

You’ll never forget the way Rainbow teased you with her pink Hawaiian shorts patterned with yellow flowers while laying in her white beach chair left to yours, her legs apart, her hoof between. You watched with hungry eyes the damp spot emerging from between her legs, shimmering gold under a cloudless sky. When Rainbow shifted her hoof to her navel and lifted her shorts, giving you a peek into the humid darkness beneath, her ridge swollen and red, her mound and thighs covered in juice, you lost control.

You stood up, went before her, and sat on your knees. You pressed your face against the wet fabric of her shorts and inhaled the thick scent of an aroused mare. You then moved your nose across her groin, its tip wet from Rainbow’s copious fluid, feeling the softness of her lips and the hardness of her gem, savouring her thick and heady but pleasant smell.

When Rainbow placed a hoof on your shoulders you removed your face from her crotch and let her take the shorts off. For awhile you cleaned her valley with your tongue. So engrossed you were by Rainbow’s twists and moans that you proceeded to the embrace only when Rainbow’s swings became too fast and her breathing deep. You began in missionary, your hands around Rainbow’s head, her forelegs wrapping your neck, her hindlegs around your waist, but shifted back to the standard half lotus when excitement substantially increased. The feeling of dissolution in the end topped all the previous trials, you becoming Rainbow and Rainbow the sky. By the end of it, hugging and caressing Rainbow, your mind blasted away by bliss, you weren’t quite sure if there really was the difference between Rainbow and the clear blue sky above.

The seaside experience that jolted you the most happened on pure accident. You and Rainbow laid on a red and white towel, you facing her legs, she looking at yours. That time Rainbow decided to wear a simple pair of white panties, so you knew something was coming but had no idea how soon.

To rouse her body from long rest Rainbow stretched across the towel, curving her back and extending far and wide her forelegs and hindlegs. One exercise involved laying down on her spine, pressing her hindlegs together, and bringing them up, close to her chest.

As you looked at Rainbow lifting her legs up, you eyes fell on the oval puffiness between that looked like a soft white egg in the middle of her thighs. Your thunderbolt reacted accordingly at lightning speed. Rainbow didn’t fail to notice your passion, but instead of teasing you by caressing her lotus through her panties she moved them aside by shifting the fabric left.

It was the only time you’ve caught her lotus blooming. Her outer hills flushed pink and swelled while her petals turned red, engorged, and emerged from between the nest of blue, turning her ravine into a valley. In the north her ruby, as red and swollen as its hood, came into view. Her essence sprung first from the bottom of her valley, trickled from her well, accumulated in the dimple at the southernmost point where her petals met, and overflowed further down onto her perineum and lands beyond. A glance back up and you saw that the petals and hood which had looked dry a moment ago were coated in an oily but transparent fluid, slick, reflecting gold.

The sight was so mesmerizing that you immediately plunged your tongue into the juicy plumpness. You deeply enjoyed the thickness of her juicy hills and petals and the way they throbbed against the tip of your tongue. With your nose against her hood your savoured the abundant sap that had made a lake out of her valley. It was a totally novel experience because you’ve never satisfied Rainbow like this before, with her hindlegs squeezed together and lifted in the air.

Curiosity satiated, you proceeded to the embrace. You started in a modified missionary with Rainbow’s legs pressed against your chest, then proceeded to the usual missionary when Rainbow parted her legs and wrapped them around your waist, and ended it all in half lotus, Rainbow coming first, you second. As you surrendered to your release everything disappeared and turned into the azure sky and you found yourself falling or floating through a boundless throbbing void of blue. A moment later even that vanished because there was no one who could fall, you forever gone and totally extinct. Only a boundless expanse of light blue remained, vibrant and tremendously charged. When you returned back to Earth and opened you eyes, you had the distinct feeling that Rainbow was that immense space and that the sky was a part of her, not the reverse. What hit you the most was the genuine thought that you always were a part of her, too, but somehow forgot your origin because of wrong focus. The realization was both wonderful and strange, but about its implications you didn’t care because Rainbow was in front of you, smiling, glowing, for hugs longing.

Everything, every tree and animal, every little stone, witnessed your pleasure, your loving kisses and soft caresses in your personal neighborhood. That wasn’t an issue for you. Even if some disoriented tourist were to strand to this part of town and find you conjunct with Rainbow on the beach, you wouldn’t care a bit. As long as Rainbow was happy with you, it didn’t matter where and when you decided to wrap each other in the most intimate embrace.

For you personally the best part of the union was making sure Rainbow was thoroughly satisfied. Her moans were your joy. The best sign of success were her eyes, shining with love and delight, and her wide open smile at the union’s end. At moments like these Rainbow looked the happiest, and the sight of her joyful state was the perfect gift for your heart. Then there were the hugs that followed, unusually strong but signifying how much you meant to her, how much she wanted you, and how much she treasured your presence and your touch. For these moments alone, when Rainbow was the most open, natural, and sensitive, you could forget the annoying perks of her braggadocios self. You had always suspected that Rainbow hid a very affectionate and cuddly essence behind her tough shell. The moments of union forever confirmed your guess. And you were willing to do everything to protect and nurture and keep warm that beautiful core expressed through her soft smile that said it all without uttering a word.

The fire was really crazy for awhile. Not a day went without you burning out entirely into the peace of release, usually one time, on occasions two. That period was absolute bliss, with you and Rainbow either lost in the highest joy of union or staying fixed in the prolonged and more subtle embrace of the afterglow.

Like happens to all pairs, the fire lost a bit of its force with the passage of time. Yet, unlike other pairs, it didn’t turn cold. Every second day you again rekindled the flame and surrendered both to the liberating bliss it brought. Your record without the pleasure of union was three days. Unable to hold it any longer, you united on the fourth. However, this new pattern of surrender didn’t feel like a step down from the previous phase of never ending binding but seemed to be a progress into a deeper kind of bond.

Despite not being extremely lustful any more, your embraces were actually subtler, softer, than before, each session exceeding the previous one in terms of tenderness and love. This blend of slowness, tenderness, and fondness increased the blissful height of union, bringing deeper joys and most sublime understandings. You felt as the first raptures had been mere sparks, quick flickers of light, but what happened right now were long burning matches, lasting longer, burning brighter.

And the afterglow…

It seemed to last forever and not that different from the highest point of joining, just without the firework of electric bliss. It was a deep felt, ever present, and unshakeable peace along with the occasional weird feeling of everything being inside and connected with everything else in a fractal kind of way.

These moments left you trembling. Swooning. To somehow record the event and later ponder over it you took up the craft of poetry. The poems, alas, didn’t reveal anything intelligible. They were beautiful but your mind couldn’t make head or tails about what it all meant.

“It’s just what love feels like,” Rainbow said in her straightforward manner. “Ask my parents the next time you’re in Equestria.”

As someone who had been disconnected from the world of love for a pretty long time, you decided to take Rainbow’s answer for truth.

*****

Right now you feel the call, the unexplained and inexorable pull toward her, her magenta eyes and rainbow mane, her light blue body that looks and felt exactly as the boundless sky above.

You look outside.

The rain has ended, leaving your window covered in a chiliocosm of beads, each one reflecting the yellow light of the setting sun and looking like they sheltered a miniature solar system within. Outside the window the same myriads of orbs of gold rest on leaves, thin and wide, large and small, that constituted the forest around your home, transforming it into a bejeweled paradise of emerald green. You can look at it forever, wondering how every drop seems to reflect the sun in almost the same way like there is essentially no difference between them despite all of them resting in a different place.

You hear a door opening then closing. A voice most welcome breaks your rest.

“Are you going or what?” Rainbow asks in an upbeat tone. “I’ve finished drying myself and am ready to go.”

You turn around and saw Rainbow hovering midair, smiling and already wearing the rainbow swimwear.

You smile in return. “I’ll be there soon.”

“How soon is soon?” Rainbow asks.

“I’m already on my way.”

“Okay. I’m gone, then. Don’t keep me waiting, or I’ll have to do it all by myself.”

Your smile widens. “You look so beautiful when you’re at it that I’ll rather hide and watch you from some bush.”

“I know it’s good, but not as good when it’s you doing it. Not even close. Be there soon. Please?”

After the last word leaves her mouth she flies off, leaving a rainbow trail in her wake.

You watch the rainbow dissipate into the air, then turn back to the table and take a look at the ingredients you prepared for the evening meal: meat, fish, rice, a glass of wine (for the taste), and a mixture of grounded white pepper mixed with grounded red chili. You look at the pan that you placed on the stove, black on the inside, enameled red on the outside, triangular in form. You had hoped to prepare dinner before the union but somehow time had slipped through your hands. Remembering the past felt great, exciting, but it swallowed your whole day. To compensate, it was time to create new memory. Dinner could wait.

Happy and expectant you bounce to the door, open it, and go outside. Door closed, you look at the forest around, shining from million drops of water reflecting the last of sunlight. The hot air is heavy, humid. You expect on the beach it will be fresher due to the sea and wind.

To the right you spot a narrow path leading through thick shrubs and tall trees. Rays of light fall like swords through the cracks between the leaves, dust motes swirling in their brilliance, now sparkling, now extinct.

As you proceed onto the road that will lead to your personal angel waiting on the shore, your mind once again looks back to the past, to the pleasant memory of a quiet night.

*****

“The idea is pretty simple, really. You have to be alert, go slow, and wait till these five thingamajigs – elements, veils, winds, fields, wheels, whatever – which are nothing but mind stuff – stop working,” Rainbow explained to you in a feverish tone. “Then, the magical thing happens.”

“Twilight said so?” You, dubious, asked.

“Of course! Who else would know stuff?!”

“And what is necessary?”

“Patience, concentration, preferably the one that happens when you look at your thoughts to make them go down, and the special view. The result is always mind blowing.”

“You said it’s for old people who have trouble getting it up, let alone reaching climax. Isn’t it called the reversal of the fire of time or something like that? I think we we’re good on that front.”

Rainbow, flying right to you, shrugged. “Dunno why it’s called like that and why it’s advised for really old folk. Twilight tried it and she says it’s fine. She did it solo, though. The magic is recommended for two.”

“Why did Twilight try it? She doesn’t look old at all.”

“Well, Twilight was at that age and in Canterlot and alone and she liked to read books and kinda stumbled on some book in the library that had a lot of this stuff. If she had some nice friend, like me, she wouldn’t have needed the book,” Rainbow said. “So, should we try it or not?”

“You sure it’s safe?”

“Well, duh, it’s for old ponies. I don’t think pillow books would advise something dangerous for them.”

“I just don’t want you to get hurt,” you said. “That’s all.”

Rainbow smiled, then flew closer to you and gave your right cheek a peck. “I won’t. If Twilight ended up fine, so will I. And you, too.”

If Rainbow was so sure, then it must be safe. For her you were willing to try it, but not here and now on the moonlit beach on the way home.

You had decided to take Rainbow on an educational trip and demonstrate her that humans can’t love because their love is always self centered and self serving, the other party being a dispenser of needs: money, status, and masturbation; power, food, and home.

The place for your lesson had been the watering hole called “The Three Poisons.” Placed nearby the beach at the northern end of the city, on the road leading to the legendary full moon parties that rocked for weeks on end during party season, the bar-slash-dance club attracted massive, mainly Western, clientele: drunkards and smokers; people coming on drugs or getting off pills; middle aged hippies and cool wine aunts; college students wasting their loans and too young to understand debt; ripped off musicians, unpaid; men and women looking for a quick shag; and the occasional elderly couple that was just passing by on the road to more well known and historical sights. Beginning at six in the evening, the place became swarmed with people and the din of chattering voices overpowered the pop club coming from the speakers. For someone desiring to understand all the facets of human nature and in need of guinea pigs, the place was the ideal choice.

The evening had gone absolutely splendid, like the perfect record setting speedrun. You showed everything that was unpleasant in human relations, from love so fleeting it turned to hate at the snap of the fingers to marital infidelity born out of boredom and search for some thrills.

You sat next to a Don Juan, smiling, well dressed, working on impressionable young girls. You explained Rainbow how by carefully massaging their self love the pickup artists would get access to their poon.

“It’s that simple, you see?” you said. “Every girl wants to be attractive, special, smart, independent, pragmatic, and unique. Say sweet words, and they’ll start believing you’re the one.”

“He doesn’t look like he’s searching for a special somepony,” Rainbow said.

“No. He’s looking for a quick fuck. In and out and out of her heart.”

“But that’s gross! It’s like using somepony else instead of your hooves,” Rainbow, disgusted, said.

You shrugged. “Here it’s normal. It’s the usual pastime for boys and girls in their twenties to forties to search for this substitute masturbation.”

“But it isn’t satisfying at all! You can’t be yourself and feel good with somepony you know for less than a day.”

“Their problem,” you said, took a sip of your water, then shifted Rainbow’s attention to a pair of girls flirting with a male dressed in expensive designer clothes. “Look over there. What do you see?”

“Normal stuff. Girls hitting on a good looking stal… man,” Rainbow calmly said.

“This side a man is more likely to win a lottery than be approached by a woman. They’re obviously buzzed, and he’s obviously rich – not stinking rich like me, but enough to live in comfort. He doesn’t look fit, so my I bet he’s into software business of some kind – plenty of that around. The kick is… He thinks they’re really attracted to him, not his wallet.”

“How do you see all of that?” Rainbow, curious, asked, sipping her coke from a straw.

“Clothing and appearance. He wants everyone to know he’s better than everyone else. A perfect target for gold diggers and crooks alike.”

“Will he ever realize that they’re no interested in him?”

“In time.”

“Can we do something about him?”

“He’ll say we’re jealous and trying to steal his girls,” you said. “Humans have an incredible ability to see everything but the obvious.”

You looked around and your eyes fell on the target you loved most – married men and women hitting on other people behind their spouse’s back. By the examples of infidel pairs you explained to Rainbow how love here ends up in boring routine and people who loved once each other very, very much search for partners and dalliances to spice up their life and remove boredom away.

“Why can’t they get a divorce?” Rainbow asked.

“Loans, kids, neighbours,” you said. “And the greatest lie they tell to each other and themselves – we are still in love and that short fling wasn’t serious. Just sex.”

“How can it be just sex?!” Rainbow asked. “Don’t tell me you here like to shag around like rabbits.”

“For Earth, that’s normal. Sex and love being one? Now that’s a rarity.”

“But it doesn’t feel right,” Rainbow said, her stare tense. “It’s disgusting!”

You shrugged. “That’s the way things are. I know it’s wrong. They deep inside know it’s wrong and pointless and doesn’t bring the thing they want most. But… well, there’s nothing that can be done about it. Right now, anyway.”

Rainbow looked at her coke with a pensive stare and shuffled the straw with her right hoof. Sometimes she brought her eyes up and looked through the twilight smoke filled space at the couples, newly formed, chatting and enjoying drinks. You saw in her wide eyes that she finally penetrated through the charade of polite socialization to the desires that longed for satisfaction lying underneath: the fear of loneliness, the fiery hunger for sexual release, the hope for a reigniting some spark in a desiccated and mummified life, the wish to meet the local prince Blueblood and live well.

“Why does love fail here?” Rainbow asked. “It’s supposed to be the best thing in the world, but everypony here doesn’t look happy at all. They are all kinda together but they don’t like each other. How can they like each other if they’re ready to do a quick buck behind their special somepony’s back?

“Simple, really,” you said. “They don’t like the person but their image, their spook, of that person, and what it can provide.”

“What do you mean?” Rainbow asked, her eyes bright with new insight into the behaviour of the drunken, dazed crowd.

“That’s another our specialty. Instead of loving the person we see in front of our eyes, we love an illusion we project on them. We call it the rosy glasses period. Because it happens to young people, they can do a lot of problems for themselves by getting married and having kids.”

“And then it all loops back to these gals chasing someone else while away from their husbands because their husband is not what they think he is?” Rainbow asked.

“If they decide not to divorce, yes.”

“So… people don’t love each other, but what they think others are – their thoughts about others – and what the other can give?”

“Exactly! Most of them never experienced and will never experience genuine love. They never suspected, suspect, or will suspect how underneath their love there’s no desire for surrender and merging with another, no drive for abandonment of one’s precious little self in love, but for personal satisfaction, for feeling like a man or woman, for ensuring a good life, for furthering one’s career, for revenge, even. Or that the disappointment that haunts all love affairs so much is because they don’t love the real person but an illusion of that person and grow violently angry when the living, breathing person doesn’t act like their image is supposed to act. It’s both really sad and really stupid at the same time.”

“Can it be helped?” Rainbow asked, her ears drooping.

“That’s the problem number one. All these people are unaware of this. They really believe – really, really believe—they’re loving and caring, genuine, instead of being utterly wrapped in their own selves, a fake lie walking among other fake lies and loving their own fake dreams. If you point this to them, they will get mad, really mad, at you. Never touch a man’s vanity if you want to live and breath. Tickle it for your ends instead, like that Don Juan I showed you. You can get stinking rich from that alone.”

“But they sing so much about love here,” Rainbow said. “And write, too.”

“They do it exactly because they can’t get it. There’s a feel, a push, a hunch, that things could be better but their enormous – tremendously enormous – sense of self and the chronic muscle tensions it creates blocks it all away. They want love but are deeply – unbelievably deeply – scared of surrendering to love, its sweet rhythm and its sweet melting. If you try to love them like this, or show that you’re capable of loving like this, they’ll either worship or murder you. Or both. Sometimes in bed. You should read our erotica and romance.”

“So what are they doing if not love?” Rainbow asked, confused.

You looked straight into her wide eyes. “They fuck.”

Although the place was loud and the voices and music formed a cacophonous wall of sound, a peculiar silence washed over you that reminded you of the first time you stood outside the crowd, feeling above the pointless and brutal little games lacking grace and beauty and appeal. You looked at Rainbow, her brows furrowed, looking around with wide eyes. You guessed she felt the same right now judging by her serious and afraid stare.

You asked the obvious question. “Want to observe more, or should we go away?”

Rainbow looked in front, her eyes distant, then back at you. “Let’s go. I don’t like it here. The other place is better.”

After leaving that noisy pub you went across the road toward the empty public beach. You walked closer to the sea and turned left, toward home. The empty beach provided a nice counterpart to the seedy and noisy bar. The symphony of the white noise of the waves accompanied by the soft brushing of leaves touched by a light evening breeze was the perfect boon after clubby music and loud chatter of the inn. The air, chill and fresh, carried only the salty taste of sea instead of cigarettes and booze. Void of humans, the beach felt wide and suggested boundless freedom after the crammed confines of “The Three Poisons” where you couldn’t make a single step without bumping into some acrid smelling sweaty body or the chemical cloud of a woman who didn’t know how to use perfume.

And now you found yourself with Rainbow on a night time beach, out of the city yet away from home, talking about different topics that appeared like bubbles in your mind: from Rainbow’s opinion about the bar to ways ponies expressed their love. There was one problem, though: Rainbow talked much and talked fast. Something was bothering her.

After a long stretch of silence Rainbow once again addressed you.

“What you showed back there makes me worried about one thing,” Rainbow, pensive, said. She flew right in front of you. “Will we always remain like this, or you’ll find somepony else?”

You stopped, thought, then answered. “You want the honest answer or the sugarcoated?”

Rainbow looked left then right, gulped, sighed. “The honest.”

You put your right hand on Rainbow’s head, feeling her silky mane, and moved it down to her neck, then placed it back on her forehead and repeated the motion. “The truth is, we don’t know. As for me, there was no one before you and sure as hell there will be no one else after you. But don’t forget about you. Relationships kinda come and go, and there’s always the possibility you’ll find someone who’ll make you happier than I can do. After all, you’re a pony, and I’m a human. I think you’ll want in the end to be with someone of your kind. And don’t give me your talk about how we will be always together – I see that in your eyes. I’m too old for that.”

Rainbow hugged you so strong her arms felt like a vice around your chest. “Even if what you say will happen, will you forget me, even as a friend?”

Your hand still kept brushing Rainbow’s hair. “Of course not. Even if you’ll find some pony who’ll makes you happier than me, my home is always welcome for you. I would never forget you, or turn my back to you. Even if you will be with someone else, I would still love you and be there with you. Just promise me one thing?”

“What?”

“That when you find someb… somepony else, you will tell me and be honest about it. People here do this double game and it snuffs all trust and love out of their lives.”

“Pinkie promise. But why do you want this? Won’t you try to keep me?”

“Once the flame is gone, it’s gone. Trying to keep you when you’re not happy with me will be like torturing you. Many here do this, too. You saw what happens when someone comes who offers joy to these unfortunate men and women. I don’t want you to end as miserable as everyone else here. As long as you’re happy, I’m happy, and it doesn’t have to be always related to me. My joy is to see yours.”

Rainbow’s brows furrowed, her ears flattened. “Won’t that be painful?”

“It will hurt. Probably a lot. But I’m used to that kind of pain. And knowing that you’re happy will keep me afloat.”

“But what you say isn’t bound to happen, right? We have long living couples back in Equestria. Look at my parents.”

“Out relationship may last a lifetime, or just one month more. There’s no way of knowing these things. We also have here old couples who’ve married young and stayed together till the grave, but also ones who blazed for a year then petered out, or even who stayed together for thirty years only to seek a new happiness later on. The things of love are not for mortal souls to know.”

“Then what can we do?”

You smiled and placed a kiss on Rainbow’s forehead. “Be here and now, enjoy each other with absolute concentration. What will happen we will never know, so let’s love each other as if every day – no, every moment – were our last. But remember one thing: no matter what happens, whether we stay together forever or for one month only, I will always love you. Always. You’re always welcome at my place, and I will always accept you with a smile on my face. Just make sure to do everything that makes you happy, because you and your happiness is what matters to me the most. Okay?”

Rainbow nodded, placed her head against your chest, then hugged you tighter than ever, cutting off your oxygen supply. “Promise?”

“Pinkie promise.”

Rainbow looked at you, her face unusually somber. “I just don’t like when ponies leave me.”

“Don’t worry about that. I’ll always be here, and always ready to see you. Just like that tree from the story about the boy and tree that I’ve heard nearby. Want to hear it?”

Rainbow removed herself from you, then flew to your right, a light smile of relief on her face. “Of course.”

And you told her the story as you went back home, Rainbow next you, the full moon above.