The Kiss Of The Pony

Upon reaching the beach you find Rainbow flying above, kicking the summer ball and darting to grab it when it starts to fall.

You enjoy the spectacle for a while, hidden in the long black shadow of a palm. Every droplet of water resting in the sand after the short lived rain seems to house a star, and the overall impression is that of a tapestry made of myriads of scintillating points of light. The horizon is the colour of gold and looks as if the sun has exploded upon contact with the earth and released tremendous power into the atmosphere. Amid the blue and gold Rainbow moves lightning swift, not that different from the sunset sky.

Finally, Rainbow lands on the ground. She stands on her hindlegs, with her forelegs on the ball and her back to you. As you enjoy the sight of her, with her rainbow mane and rainbow tail sparkling gold and her rainbow bikini hiding her secret core, you inhale, then exhale. Time to enter the special view. It doesn’t differ that much from how you usually see her. The only difference lays in the degree of intensity, one more diffuse and general, the other concentrated. Fierce.

You emerge from the shadow and go down the beach toward the blue pegasus with rainbow mane and tail standing propped against the ball. Just looking at the way her body sways left and right in an elegant fluid motion melts your heart away and sends joy throughout your chest. She looks so simple, innocent, and cute that you want to hug her from behind, place her hands on her soft furry belly, and stay like this forever, Rainbow within your arms, your lost in the swirls of her prismatic mane.

Rainbow turns around and smiles. She looks at you with unbelievable warmth, as if you were the only one for her on both sides of the universe. Gazing into her shining and glowing eyes delighted to see you is enough to make you soar from joy and smile in return. No words exist for your strong desire to just hold her and move your hands up and down her spine and dissolve in her innate innocence and grace.

Rainbow lunges forward and places a kiss, light as the touch of the feather, over your dry and wanting lips. After you open your eyes you’re greeted by her stare, warm and loving, and feel being pulled into her welcoming darkness rimmed by circles of magenta that depending on the time of the day can also look either pink or red. Just by a look into these beautiful eyes you wonder why the need to go through the rest. You can sit cross legged, Rainbow in your arms, and disappear just by looking into the windows of her heart.

A gust of wind passes and a few strands of yellow hair fall over Rainbow’s eyes. You put your right hand forward and move the wayward bangs behind her pricked ear, then you let your forefinger run up and down the grooves between her ear and head.

Rainbow smile widens and she hugs you in return and your lips press against her forehead, between her eyes, above her nose. While you place soft kisses on her fuzzy forehead, your neck tingling from her warm and humid breath, your left hand goes up and down her right side from the curve of her waist to the pit of her foreleg. When your fingers graze the tips of her wing Rainbow lifts the wing up, allowing you to tickle her sensitive skin underneath.

“Don’t forget about the other,” Rainbow whispers.

Following her words, you bring your right hand down from her head to her chest. Your hand takes a curve across her chest and goes behind her other side, tickling the warm and delicate skin while her feathers excite the back of your fingers.

To show that you are doing fine Rainbow stretches up and gives you a wet kiss. Along with the wave of shivers spreading through your head tremendous desire expands through your body like all consuming fire, kindled by the softness of her lips and her wonderful body heat. A part of your mind demands to go into union at once, to push down her bikini, lift her leg against your right side and enter her slowly, delicately, with love. You remain serene. The beauty lays in going slow and turning each other to higher degrees of pleasure before uniting that deep.

Your heart blooms from love, enjoying her warmth and her relaxed muscles, content from the simple fact of holding your precious personal angel, and bursting with desire to offer everything to her, to excel in all arts of love, in tenderness and softness, to make her happy like none else before.

Kiss broken, you move your hands up and down her sides before placing them on her athletic haunches, your fingers enjoying their smoothness and their downward curve. Like the wind caressing blooming flowers you caress her thighs with the barest contact possible to intensify her pleasure and kindle her arousal. You enjoy how the warm and fuzzy smoothness of her legs gives way to the absolute and unnatural smoothness of her bikini. Because Rainbow likes the way your hands run over fabrics of different kinds you rest your hands for awhile on her behind, shuffling fingers over the material just as colourful as her tail and mane.

Ready to advance, you shift your hands from her back to her sides, feeling the strings of her bikini and the fluffy warm coat around them underneath your fingertips. You look at Rainbow. Understanding you without a word, she puts her hooves on your chest and pushes herself a few inches away from you, her eyes longing.

Your heart melting from her loving eyes, you put a kiss on her forehead, then on her ripe and soft lips. You kneel down. Your lips like a wandering pilgrim worship the sacred seats of her body: first her throat, inhaling her warm and intimate body scent underneath her chin; then in the middle of her chest, feeling the relaxing thumping of her heart within. Your lips kiss the fluffiness of her warm stomach, then find themselves on her navel. Your thunderbolt throbs from the desire to be placed in its rightful place as your nose picks up the fishy but immensely mesmerizing scent of her secret power seat. You place your nose into the dimple of her navel and you shuffle it down till it reaches the white rim of her bikini and your lips are almost over her flower, separated from it only by a layer of rainbow fabric, violet at the top, ruby red between her thighs.

Instead of going down like your lips desire, humming from the throbbing heat of Rainbow’s secret seat, you go up and place kisses in the reverse order, starting with the navel and ending back at her forehead. This time, however, your nose and lips move further up into the thick of her fine prismatic mane, soft as silk and smelling of ozone and rarefied air. The final kiss you place on the tip of her head.

While you rest at Rainbow’s summit you take the opportunity to hug her again, your hands caressing the upper part of her spine between her shoulders and wings. The desire to dissolve is so immense that you fear that you will vanish and slip into Rainbow from close contact alone. Not only you want to dissolve into Rainbow but also protect her wonderful smile and her hidden kindness, protect her against the world and provide a loving sanctuary for her within your arms, by your heart’s ever burning lamp. Although Rainbow likes to act as an untouchable pony ready to tramp all obstacles and overcome all ordeals, in the end she is just as fragile as every other sentient creature and like every creature needs a place where she could feel relaxed and safe. At peace.

By a slight push of her hooves against your chest you understand it’s time to continue. You move a few inches away from Rainbow and shuffle your hands down her sides and back to her thighs while your lips return to hers, warm and soft and slightly pulsing. Your fingers enjoy Rainbow’s perfect curves and move on top of her bikini and underneath, enjoying her fluffy skin beneath and the smooth taut fabric above. Sometimes your fingers move closer to her secret place nestled between her plantain like legs then return back up once their tips feel its tremendous sensual heat.

Without breaking her kiss, feeling feverish by being so close to her, you push yourself to Rainbow’ s right side and move your left hand to the pleasure centre right beneath Rainbow’s uplifted tail while removing your right hand from beneath Rainbow’s bikini, tracing its fingers to the front along the bikini’s thin white string and placing them on the topmost violet stripe.

When your fingers start tickling and circling her dock, Rainbow stops kissing you, all her attention lost in the pleasure you are giving her. The way she looks makes you you heart flip: eyes closed, mouth open in a wide smile, her head resting against your cheek. You kiss her as soft as possible on the corner of her mouth while your left hand works on her dock and the outstretched index and middle fingers of your right hand proceed slowly to her lotus. The most amazing thing for you is the commingling of your breath with hers. Rainbow breathes out and you inhale her warm and moist air, then return the breath back to her but interspersed with your own.

Your fingers placed over Rainbow’s rainbow bikini move down only to return up the moment they feel wetness underneath. For a few times you play this game, then finally descend on Rainbow’s soft smooth flower. Her bikini is already soaked through between her legs, from one thigh to another, in her liquid warm bliss. This only heightens the gliding of your fingers over her throbbing forge. Your two fingers move along the groove of her lotus and push some of the fabric between her folds, tickle the lower end of her valley where her petals met in a single point, then return back and stop above her rubbery ridge and move in circles with her ruby under their tips.

Rainbow responds by waving her body and swinging her pelvis. To keep you from running away she presses her legs together, trapping your two fingers within the geyser like warmth of her lotus and between her less warm but equally sticky thighs. The preorgastic melting washes your body from this act alone but, feeling your condition, Rainbow releases her grip and moves her legs apart, letting your fingers free before you can prematurely end.

Your index finger immobile on her ruby, you center your awareness and perform several deep breaths. You don’t want to end the pleasure without having loved and worshiped Rainbow to the brim. Your exercise brings the flame down a little, but being so close to her threatens to undo all your efforts in a snap. Next to Rainbow you feel like in a sauna, the air hot and heavy, almost electric, her strong musk the only smell around.

You bring your fingers up to the white border of the bikini, then move them underneath. The first thing you encounter is smooth and hot and sticky wetness then her hood and her rubbery hard jewel, heated and throbbing, at its top. Having satisfied it by slow and deliberate circling motions, your fingers slip into the moist valley surrounded by velvety and smooth and pulsating petals. Its immense warmth, its abundance of juice, and the way your fingers are pulled at its far end form an incredible mixture of sensations. For a while you enjoy the experience, sliding your finger across her delicate and silky veils and circling them around her gem.

The way Rainbow looks, eyes closed, smiling, is the best sign that you are doing fine. The wave like motions of her body is a sight to behold – the way her body harmoniously moves, all segments in perfect rhythm, the way Rainbow throws back her head when the crest of the wave reaches her neck, the way her pelvis swings in total unison with the rest, her wet flower moving up and down your fingers, mesmerizes you with its sensuality and innocence and shows you her innate connection with the natural processes of the world.

To heighten her pleasure further you bring your fingers upwards to her lips. Immediately Rainbow engulfs them with her mouth, and her tongue swirls around them and in between, hungry for the sweetest honey her body can bring. Your fingers cleaned, Rainbow lets them out and looks at you with a cocked head and a warm smile. How heavenly that smile looks... How loving her eyes are… Even now, after a year of being together, you are overwhelmed by her open and warm stare showing an acceptance you feel too inadequate to receive.

You smile in return then once again stand in front of her, your hands lightly cupping her haunches, covering both naked and covered skin. Before beginning your pilgrimage anew you exchange a few passionate kisses with Rainbow, sensing her desire to have you within her by the ardent way she holds herself around your lips, not wanting to let you go even for a fraction of a second.

Finally you manage to take a break and resume your pilgrimage to the secret temple of her body. Like before, you begin at her forehead then kiss her neck, chest, stomach, and once again return to her navel. When you reach her navel, you are sitting on your knees, Rainbow's forelegs on your shoulders, your senses enjoying the environs of the place called love: the pleasant smell of musk; the sensual heat of her fire; and the pulse coming from her heated land that echoes through your chin and will resonate through your whole face once you go down south right into her valley.

Like many times before you put your nose on her navel then trace it down, sniffing at first Rainbow’s usual scent that gives place entirely to her musk the moment your nose finds itself on the fabric of her bikini, all wet from the copious amounts of nectar, the result of your caresses and strokes. When your nose rests on the only hard part of her flower, her wish bestowing jewel, her smell is the only thing that exists in your consciousness: thick, heady, intoxicating, and piscine. Before, you have received Rainbow’s essence from her breath. Now you receive her essence from the sweet smell of her jungle flame that unveils its being exclusively to you.

The heat is something else, too. Although since the beginning you’ve been enveloped in Rainbow’s tingly and pleasant body heat, the forge between her legs takes you aback with its passionate swelter pulsating in unison with her beat, a swelter so intense it penetrates right through the skin of your cheeks and burns your mind and brings your thoughts to rest.

You sit on your knees, Rainbow’s flower right in front of your eyes, her forelegs on your shoulders. You move your hands away from her perfect and smooth haunches to her waist and plant them above her swimwear. You push your hands down, unveiling her down turned triangle behind the rainbow veil, and stop at the middle of her thighs, the white strings of her bikini resting at the tips of the thunderbolts of her cute marks.

Countless times you’ve seen her beautiful lotus, yet every single time the sight takes your breath away. Hidden within two puffy hills of pinkish blue, awash in the shining emission of her delight, lays the red ridge that ends with her red jewel overlooking her secret cave that is exposed by her blooming and protruding petals, red like the jungle flame, parted so that you enter could Rainbow’s most private and secret chamber and unite with her in the supreme space of her heart.

Looking at the way the transparent nectar gathers at the tip of her hood first into a globule then a drop, and how that drop descends between her thighs on a thin filament of fluid, shining gold with the last rays of the sun, drives you to put your face in the midst of her blooming flower. Before putting your tongue against her red and shiny and moist petals, you purse your lips and blow on her jewel. The swinging motion of Rainbow’s hips accompanied by a low humming are signs of your success.

Content, you stretch your tongue and put it to action. Because you usually offer worship by your tongue with Rainbow sitting or laying or propped against a wall and bending down to present her treasure to you, this time you can't start from the valley and proceed to the delicate source of pleasure overlooking the whole circle. Instead, your mendicant tongue, having visited the other seats of power, ascends the hill first and offers worship to the magnificent red jewel, first by circumambulation then by direct stimulation, going up and down on its rubbery and hard texture. With duties paid to the jewel the pilgrim progresses down into her valley, first making a circle around the reddish blue hills enclosing it, then between the first set of hills and the second. It then moves around her second set of hills, wet, red, and steep, and finally reaches the well at the bottom overflowing with Rainbow’s liquid essence, her power in its purest state.

At the bottom you insert your tongue into the well as deep as you can just to stimulate its front wall. The success of your pilgrimage and veneration is manifested by Rainbow’s swinging and swaying and further floods of molten sulphurous essence, sweet to the taste and warm on the tongue, which you proceed to lap across all of her lotus, your tongue encompassing both the bottom and the red petals and ending the movement by the flicking of her gem. So you continue, oblivious to all, giving all your being into Rainbow’s perfect triangle, taking in return its force manifested in liquid form.

If you were to choose one moment from your life to stay forever in this would be it, right between Rainbow legs, engaged in a never ending kiss with Rainbow’s lower mouth, your eyes closed, your nose sensing only the thick and dense and heavy perfume of her musk, your tongue enjoying the unbelievably sweet taste of her fluid and the oyster like flavour of her bloom, your fingers lightly and lovingly caressing the curves of her haunches, and your cheeks brushing softly against the fuzzy warm coat of her thighs.

“Stop,” Rainbow says in husky, raspy voice.

Immediately you remove your lips from her lower mouth and move your face away from her triangle of bliss. Although you have cleaned her lotus from her molten pollen just a moment ago, the liquid is already back. From her well and from beneath her ruby, from the space between her reddish blue and wholly red petals, comes the ambrosial flow that floods again her valley, shining with tiny orange points of light reflecting the passionate descent of the sun in its transparent and viscous mass.

Your lips smeared with her honey, you stand back onto your feet. You meet Rainbow’s beautiful face, so happy it seems to glow in the orange hues of dusk.

“You almost went over the line,” Rainbow says.

You smile. “Sorry. You know how carried away I can get when kissing you.”

Instead of answering Rainbow flies straight into your arms, wrapping her forelegs around your spine, bringing her lips against yours, placing her fire pit against your rock hard bolt bulging from your shorts. Her kiss is voracious, passionate, intense, her tongue going over your teeth and lips, searching for every little sliver of her sap. By feeling Rainbow’s extreme heat and the tense space between you, charged as a thundercloud, you know the time is right. Rainbow’s swinging of her pelvis against your shaft, her movements slow, wanting penetration, and her thick and heady all pervading musk confirm your hunch.

Kiss broken, you place your hands on Rainbow’s shoulders, eyes looking into hers. Again your heart twists from the love that Rainbow beams at you, longing for you, wanting to be united with you and only you forever and ever in the deepest most intimate embrace. You can’t get enough of this simple love, innocent and pure as the first rays of dawn, the glimmering of dew, the silence of midnight at full moon.

“How do you want to start?” You ask.

Rainbow turns left, looks at the balloon, then turns back to you. “I remember the way you looked at me earlier today. Let’s start with me on the balloon and you behind.”

Rainbow brings her haunches together and shakes her bikini from her legs. Naked, she throws her bikini on the towel nearby. With its white inner surface turned to the sky the swimwear looks like a big dark and damp spot of absorbed and glistening fluids. Following Rainbow’s example you pull your shorts off, unleashing your thunderbolt into the wild, and throw them next to Rainbow’s wet garment.

Rainbow turns away from you, places her forelegs on the beach ball, spreads her hindlegs, and lifts her tail.

The sight alone sends you way too close to the edge. Her lotus in full bloom, red inside, reddish-blue on the borders, all wet and shining, with strands of viscous sap hanging between her parted inner petals, is something to behold. Your tongue longs again to sample Rainbow’s singular taste and to clean her wet inner thighs with rivulets of bliss flowing to her knees.

As you observe her flower, most of her liquid accumulates around her little red gem and forms a big drop that hangs on a long thin filament almost to the middle of her thighs. When it falls to the ground, shining like a diamond, you go right behind Rainbow, bend down a little, wrap your hands around her waist, and press the tip of your jewel against her moist sultry valley, against her velvety warm well.

As soon as your shaft positions itself against Rainbow’s binding mouth Rainbow moves backwards and swallows your rock hard bolt. At first comes bliss, then the usual peace, the feeling of being accepted and at home, loved on a level deeper than words or breaths or deeds. For a while you stand still, feeling welcome in Rainbow’s inner space, surrounded on all sides by tight, humid, incredibly hot, and velvety smooth walls that throb in tact to Rainbow’s heartbeat.

You wrap yourself tighter around Rainbow, your face in the middle of the green, blue, indigo, and violet strands of her mane, and set up a slow and pleasurable rhythm. Rainbow quickly gets the beat and follows suit.

You move slow, very slow, to keep the pleasure from rushing too fast and to make the meeting enjoyable for her. You don’t know for how long you keep going, sliding languidly in and out or Rainbow, enveloped by her tender humid tightness. Most of all you enjoy feeling her totally relaxed belly, warm and soft, and her fluffy chest, her heart lightly throbbing against the palm of your hands. With liquid warmth between Rainbow legs and the fuzzy warmth of her fur against your naked body, with her mane caressing your cheeks like the lithest wind of spring, feeling a deep sense of peace as your heart explodes with loving bliss – you can stay forever like this, united with your angel at the deepest level possible.

When Rainbow places her hoof on your right hand you know it’s time to switch. You move your pelvis backwards while Rainbow moves forwards. You feel a stir of longing the moment your shaft leaves the void of her secret heart, a profound insatiable desire to return back into that loving warmth that accepts and loves you and only you and no one else. Rainbow turns around and, beaming, she hugs you as strong as possible while placing a kiss on your lips.

After the hug and the kiss you resume the pleasant motions in a new posture, Rainbow in front of you, your right hand holding her left leg, your left hand around her waist. Once again deep and slow you go, but this time lost in Rainbow’s loving eyes and kind smile. Apart from the motions in her warm void there are other sensations for you to enjoy: your bellies and chests pressed together, her heart beating to your right, yours to the left; your mouths locked in a never ending kiss; her furry hooves resting on your shoulders or moving up and down your spine; and wayward orange and yellow strands of her mane tickling your cheeks and neck. And you thaw and melt from the soft touch of both her fluffy hooves and throbbing heart, her total love radiating within and outside. You never suspected that such a boastful and blunt pony can be so sweet and innocent and pure, so fuzzy and so warm, and you want to hold her forever in your embrace, united with her inside and outside, to protect her amazing core until the end of all cycles and for two or three crores after. Maybe more.

That doesn’t last long. As soon as the swing of the movement becomes wide, you going deeper into Rainbow, her wanting to take more of you, Rainbow places her hoof on your hand holding her left leg. Time to switch.

You remove your thunderbolt from her pulsing void, again feeling that brief flash of intense longing, and hug her for a while, your shaft against her sultry bloom.

“Let’s return to the previous one,” Rainbow says.

Tightly hugging her, you nod.

So you switch between positions till the sky turns from orange to deep red and half of the sun vanishes beneath the horizon and long shadows fall on the strand. Your movements always remain slow while unspoken exchanges of love through kisses, caresses, and smiles are a plenty. After every parting you wrap each other tightly while cooling your fire down, preparing for the final posture. At first the desire to surrender was strong but the longer you embrace the more you stabilize on a plateau of bliss. You notice a peculiar state of consciousness like if something wiped your mind clear and left a floaty emptiness behind. It’s an enjoyable state, fresh like a breeze on torrid tropical day. It feel as if you were afloat in the air with one foot only on the ground.

The further you proceed the more Rainbow looks divine, her appearance taking an angelic glow, her eyes shining with intense all accepting love, her smile so infectious you can’t help but smile in return. Despite the approach of night Rainbow seems brighter, more vibrant, than before, every colour of her mane and tail a sparkling, shimmering revelation of the world. Her cute marks stand out like shining diamonds from from her blue coat, their three stripes reminding of Rainbow’s chief features: passionate will, knowledge all encompassing as the sun, and action as furious as the blue waters of the sea, the clouds being her heart in which the powers take their root.

By the end of the last posture, holding Rainbow in front of you, you witness the weirdest hallucination you’ve ever seen. Around Rainbow’s head, above her mane and ears, a pulsing band of the deepest vibrant sapphire spreads. So peculiar and beautiful it is that you stop all your motions and admire the sudden explosion of colour around her.

You blink. It’s gone. The starry sky behind takes its place instead.

Rainbow looks at you with a questioning stare.

You smile. “I think it’s time.”

Rainbow nods and, smiling, disengages from you. How beautiful she looks when she smiles that smile full of simple love while the bangs of her hair swirl around her neck and forehead like spirals of all colours from yellow to violet. And the way her eyes sparkle with the simplest but most deep joy, brimming from that peaceful delight born from being near you, just you, and all open and vulnerable and to her self true thanks to your loving heart. You will give everything in snap to stay like this forever, gazing on Rainbow’s simple but ineffable beauty.

Desire strong but not pushy, you place a light kiss on Rainbow’s nose, then walk on the towel and sit full lotus in the middle. Rainbow creeps on you and your shaft returns with the help of your hand back into her warm, wet, and throbbing fertile void. You notice, surprised, that both of you are still high on pleasure, you hard solid, Rainbow oozing floods and floods of bliss.

Now the most difficult part begins. You must be still but at the same time keep the passion and pleasure high. Since your movements are limited, Rainbow is the controller. She remains still, her hindlegs around your waist, her forelegs wrapped around your chest, but whenever you start to go soft she swings her pelvis up and down and sends you back onto the pleasurable peak.

Of all the postures you like this one the most. While other positions create unwanted tension in the body and feel like a physical exercise despite the slow nature of your motions, this seat allows total relaxation for you and Rainbow both. Most important, it allows the most contact between your bodies. Groin to groin, belly to belly, chest to chest, and head to head, with your eyes looking straight into hers, the lotus seat connects you on all planes. Sometimes it leads to a peculiar sensation that it’s not you looking at Rainbow but Rainbow looking at her self through your eyes as if you were a mirror reflecting her own being to herself for her amusement and play. If you want extremely close contact you can always hug her tighter and bring her closer to yo, until the warmth of your bodies becomes one and the border between your skin and her coat turns fuzzy and unreal.

This evening you perform like all the previous times, Rainbow in your lap and strong heat in your groin. The approaching nighttime turns the sky behind her dark blue. In your altered state you are quite sure that the sparkling stars were not only outside Rainbow but inside her, too, as if her blue body were the tapestry of the sky encompassing myriads of galaxies and stars, both the ones that are born into the existence and ones returning into the primordial atomic soup.

You focus all your attention on her eyes, looking red thanks to the sunset sun, brimming with unconditional love for you. As you look into the blackness of Rainbow’s half lidded eyes, as welcoming and loving as the humid throbbing darkness around your shaft, tender care and boundless adoration greets your stare. Hugged by her forelegs and close to her beating heart you feel totally accepted and loved to the core, no question asked, nothing demanded in return (except for your love and kindness and soft touch). How nice and warm it is within her fuzzy forelegs… Surrounded by her blue you are finally at peace and saturated with the one taste underlying it all, the one taste that you discovered the first time Rainbow kissed you and that is always present on her lips.

By the relaxed way she sits on your legs, by her tights hugs and kind smiles, you know that Rainbow sees you the same way: as someone in whose lap she is always welcome no matter how awesome or not she is, as someone who will always love her no matter what, willing to sacrifice all just to make her happy and smiling because Rainbow without that signature daredevil smile of hers feels plain wrong. Every little thing you do – like caressing her head, her neck, her spine, her haunches and her thighs, or planting kisses on her forehead, nose, mouth, and neck – is simple, tender and soft, overflowing with your boundless love for this little horse that turned your life upside down, the underwater mare who destroyed the dross of your existence and made your life pure bliss.

Suddenly you feel an extremely pleasurable tingling at the bottom of your spine. Instead of tensing, you let go. The next moment a surge of fire washes your back. Tongues of fiery liquid heat ascend your spine at dazzling speed, reach your neck, then return back into the volcanic hot triangle at the bottom of your trunk. The cycle finished, their climb starts again.

The higher the inner liquid fire goes, the stronger your bliss becomes. The moment it ascends into the chest, the bottom of your stomach drops as if you were on a roller coaster that descends. The flame reaches your neck and you lose sense of the boundaries of your body, dissolving, melting, and becoming the sea of electric shivers that are the sole propriety of release.

The flames returns back down into the fierce fiery maelstrom at the base of your spine and you feel your body once again, separated from the outside world by your tingly electrified skin, but a residual wave of pleasure still hits your neck and face, making every hair stand straight like after the strike of a thunderbolt. You have a strong precognition that the next time it ascends it will go straight into your brain and that something interesting will happen as a result.

Feeling the first signs of ascent you look straight into Rainbow’s eyes, so wonderfully warm and clear, sincere and innocent. By the time you smile the flame is already on the level of your chest and the lower part of your body feels absent, replaced by pure bliss; and by the time you kiss Rainbow lightly as a feather the flame moves past your neck and proceeds into the space of your head.

And you are gone, blown out.

Only Rainbow remains.

In a boundless sea of blue.