Unearthing a Sparkling Romance

About 6 months after Ivory and Sparkling started seeing each other, they’d all but moved in with each other. There were very few days that they did not spend their after work time together, not to mention the nights. Now they couldn’t imagine anything else.

Sparkling was sleeping in the bed at her apartment. Ivory had been awake for some time. It was warm and Sparkling had kicked the covers off herself during the night and Ivory was admiring the beautiful body in bed with herself.

‘How have I become so lucky?’ Ivory thought to herself.

Ivory’s was propped up on her side on one elbow looking at her beautiful marefriend. Her hand was lightly stroking the silky coat of this beautiful mare’s tummy. But before she realized, a hand reached out and took Ivory’s hand and directed it to Sparkling’s breast.

Turning her head and opening her eyes, Sparkling smiled.

“Just can’t get enough… Eh?” asked Ivory.

Sparkling reached out and pulled Ivory to herself and kissed deeply.

“Honey,” said Sparkling, “I’ll never get enough of you.”

“Same here, Darlin’,” answered Ivory, kissing Sparkling again.

“And as much as I’d love to make you squeal this morning…” said Sparkling.

“I don’t squeal!” protested Ivory.

“You squeal like a little filly!” snickered Sparkling.

“I’ll make you squeal,” said Ivory grabbing up her lover and kissing her deeply.

They broke the kiss and laughed.

“What I was trying to say before you shoved your tongue down my throat, is that we have that cocktail party tonight. And I have a lot to get ready for it. There’ll be a lot of cider and restaurant bigwigs. Not to mention the Manehattan social elite,” said Sparkling,

“Are you sure you want me to go with you,” asked Ivory, “we haven’t decided to come out as a couple yet. Because of business and not looking like conflict of interest with the makeup/gem contract.”

“I know, honey,” said Sparkling hugging her marefriend tightly. “I’m not ashamed of our relationship or of you. I promise that we can start to be more public with this. But after this party.”

“I want that as well,” said Ivory giving a small but honest kiss to her marefriend as she got out of the bed. “You going to join me in the shower?”

“You know it,” said the smaller mare sliding off the bed and walked with Ivory to the bathroom.

Later, after they got dressed and eating breakfast, Sparkling walked Ivory to the door. There they kissed a respectable goodbye kiss.

“I’ll be by at 5,” said Ivory, “I think I’ll bring the big motorcycle.”

“Then I’ll take a taxi!” said Sparkling; acting indignant but knowing that Ivory was kidding her. “And, you can sleep by yourself for a couple months.”
"Calm down,” laughed Ivory, “I’ll bring the big sedan. That’s if you promise you won’t drool on the leather seats like last time.”

“I didn’t drool because of the car!” said Sparkling as she paused and blushed, “you weren’t wearing a bra and you’d unbuttoned your shirt at the traffic light and were driving almost topless! And I drooled on your breasts, not the seats.”

The two laughed and kissed again.

“Now get out of here! I have a lot to do! And make sure you dress formally,” said Sparkling.
“My mining jumpsuit isn’t formal?” asked Ivory as she turned to leave. “I’ll wear a bowtie.”
Sparkling slapped Ivory’s ass as she left.
“Later, Ms. Frisky,” said Ivory with a swish of her tail as the door closed.

The large black sedan pulled up the venue for the cocktail party. Ivory got out, went around to the passenger side and took Sparkling’s hand and helped her out. Then she gave the keys to the valet.
Out of habit, Ivory reached for Sparkling’s hand, but she remembered she was there as Sparkling’s guest and not her date.

They walked through the doors into the large banquet room. Looking around, Sparkling was impressed with who was there. She was a little afraid that Ivory would be intimidated. But she showed her usual bravado.

“High end event, stuffy crowd. If anyone asks, you’re my escort,” said Sparkling.
“Tis not wise to have an escort that outclasses you, Darlin’.”
“Would you rather be my cousin?”
“Escort it is,” answered Ivory.

The two chuckled softly.
“By the way, Darlin’.” said Ivory, “did I tell you how beautiful you look tonight?”
“Yes you did,” said Sparkling with a smile. “But I’ll listen again if it will make you feel better.”
“Oh you!” said Ivory. Then in a low voice, “if we weren’t here, I’d kiss you for that.”
“And I’d let you. But I have to say that suit is quite dashing,” said Sparkling.
“Thank you,” said Ivory, “I had to look my best so I didn’t embarrass you.”
“I appreciate the thought. But for now, I’m expected to mingle. Don’t worry, I won’t be far. Try to have some fun.”
The two smiled at each other, the closest they could come to a kiss. Then Sparkling wandered off to mingle among business contacts. Ivory retrieved a drink and a couple hors d'oeuvres and went to a quiet corner.

Ivory was an experienced business mare, but she didn’t live in her mine just to save on rent. And she wouldn’t tell Sparkling that crowds made her nervous.

It was a couple hours later. Ivory had successfully avoided being surrounded by unknown ponies. She’d sit at some table snacking on what was offered. There was plenty of hard cider so that took the edge off of her nerves. But she’d make sure that Sparkling was always in sight.

As Ivory watched her marefriend, her mind wandered to the image of her mine and she and Sparkling lounging in the hot spring.

‘The pool isn’t as hot as you, Sparkling,’ thought Ivory with a smile thinking of the lithe body of her lover.

Ivory’s thought were often interrupted several times some stallions and even a couple mares who had stopped by and struck up a conversation. Mostly business, but when they found out that she was in the gem industry and an escort of one of the attendees, they’d excuse themselves and go off to network.
Although a couple stallions and one of the mares were interested in something ‘else’.

One obnoxious stallion, which obviously had imbibed too much hard cider, was being overly insistent. He was one of those of the mindset that all mares were looking for anything they could get from any stallion due to the 10:1 ratio of mare to stallion.

Ivory was doing well with keeping her ire in check. That is until he grabbed her hand and insisted that she come with him. Ivory seized the stallion’s hand in an iron grip.
Then Ivory stood up and looked down at the stallion who was perhaps only 1 or 2 inches taller than Sparkling.
His eyes went wide but the look changed to one of pain as Ivory was slowly crushing his hand.
“When a mare says no,” said Ivory softly, trying not to make a scene, “that bloody well means no, understand? Don’t make me say it again!”
The stallion nodded his head and then Ivory let go.
Ivory decided to check out the back of the room where some art was being displayed.

About an hour later, as Ivory was looking at some artwork on the walls, she overheard a couple stallions having a conversation.

“You see that mare in the red dress?” said the first in a familiar voice.
“The one who came in with that really tall mare? How could anyone miss either one?” said the second.
“She’s a friend of my wife. I bet you 100 bits that I’ll have her on her back before the night is over,” chuckled the first.
“What about the pony she’s with?”
“They don’t appear to be that close, she’s probably an escort,” said the first, “otherwise why wander off once they were here? She actually tried to get me to out back with her, but I let her know that I’m not into pushy mares.”

‘What the buck!’ thought Ivory.

“If she knows your wife, I’ll bet she wouldn’t be interested,” said the second.
“Who said I’d ask?” said the first. “All bitches want it, if you know what I mean. If you don’t ask, they can’t say no.”

Ivory was trying not to be indignant. Her first impulse was to go to the two and have a conversation with the first one. Her conversation would have his undivided attention due to her hand around the pony’s throat and holding him a foot above the ground. Especially hearing Sparkling being referred to as a ‘bitch’.

Ivory turned to look, it confirmed that it was the stallion who’d tried to come on to herself earlier. He’d been standing near but was now walking (unsteadily) in the direction of Sparkling. She knew she had to play it cool for Sparkling’s sake. But she wasn’t going to let the stallion, who’d probably drank too much, harass her marefriend. Especially after earlier.

“I should have guessed,” said Ivory quietly to herself. “Time to teach this ass a lesson…

Ivory style.”

“Yes,” said Sparkling, to a cider distributor, “the product is doing well this year. It was a very good crop of apples.”

Before the cider rep could say anything, a stallion walked up and grabbed Sparkling by the wrist.

“Excuse her,” said the stallion, pulling at Sparkling. “Come on honey, it’s time we get going.”
“Pardon me?” answered Sparkling.
“I know you like parties, but we have to get back to the hotel.”
Sparkling was about to fight back when she saw Ivory by the door. Ivory nodded her head and then she went out the door.
“Your right… Dear,” said Sparkling smiling and sounding like she was giving into the stallion.
He smiled at this.

They walked out the door and into the car park only to be intercepted by Ivory.

“There you are, you little tramp!” said Ivory acting livid and loud. “I bloody well knew you’d be whoring around, again!”
“Oh no!” said Sparkling, in mock terror, “my wife has caught us!”
“Your wife?”
“I warned you about this, you unfaithful little bitch!” said Ivory.

Neither mare knew how they kept from laughing.

“Oh Faust! Please don’t beat me again!” said Sparkling cowering, playing it for all it was worth.
“You wouldn’t dare strike her!” defended the stallion. Despite trying to be brave, the height and build of Ivory was greatly terrifying him.
“You’re right,” said Ivory. The stallion appeared to relax and smile.
“But you were warned!” continued Ivory looking at the stallion.
“You only warned about yourself.”
“You’re right again.” Said Ivory. “I didn’t say anything about anyone else.”
The stallion relaxed again.
“But let me let you in on a little secret,” said Ivory, “all bitches DON’T want it. Especially from a poor excuse of a stallion like yourself.”
“And I’m going to let your wife in on this secret as well,” said Sparkling.
“Can I go now?” He didn’t think things could get much worse.

He was wrong.

“Most certainly,” said Ivory, “goodbye!”

Ivory drew back and released an uppercut that sent the stallion into the land of nod.

“Little tramp?

Unfaithful little bitch?

Whoring around?

What do you take me for?” Said Sparkling looking serious and hurt. But she broke out laughing. “I was even afraid. Remind me never to piss you off!”
“Darlin’,” said Ivory, “I could never hurt you. I’d rather die first.”

The two kissed a quick kiss then Ivory recounted what the low life tried to pull with herself and then the conversation she’d overheard. Including the part that he wasn’t going to ask. And the bet he offered with his friend.

“Thanks for watching out for me Sweetie,” said Sparkling, giving Ivory another quick kiss. “So what do we do with him?”

Ivory just smiled as she hailed a cab.

Taking the stallion’s wallet, Ivory removed his cash and gave the wad to the cabbie, minus 100 bits.
Then after they explained why to the cabbie:

“Take Casanova here as far as this will take him,” said Ivory. “Keep a good tip for yourself.”
“And if he wakes up and argues, then tell him you’re instructed to take him to the police station instead, and be turned over for attempted rape,” said Sparkling.

The cabbie chuckled and she drove off.

“How do we know that there won’t be trouble because of this?” asked Ivory, only now realizing that there could be a legal issue.
“There won’t be,” said Sparkling smugly, “I really do know his wife.”

The two laughed.

“Well, we better get back in there, Darlin’,” said Ivory.
“Wait, come here.” Said Sparkling, who kissed Ivory deeply. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome Darlin’. But like I said, I’d do anything to watch out for you.”
“Forgive me for asking,” said Sparkling, “but why?”
“Don’t you know?”
Sparkling shook her head (although she really knew the answer). Ivory looked nervous.
“It’s because…

Because…

Oh the Tartarus with it!

Sparkling, I love you!”

“Well that took long enough!” laughed Sparkling. She saw Ivory a little let down by her reaction. “Ivory stop! I love you so much! Let’s go back in.”
They hugged and kissed deeply.
“What if someone sees us kissing?” asked Ivory.
“Big deal!” said Sparkling; “we’re not just marefriends anymore. We’re a couple, we’re partners. This was the thing I was waiting on. But I just didn’t want to force it from you. There’s no need to hide it now.”

They hugged again.

“I love you Sparkling.”
“I love you Ivory.”
“Thank Faust!” said Ivory, “I don’t have to carry this around any longer.”
“What, Honey?”
“This, Darlin’,” said Ivory.

Ivory reached into a pocket and drew out a gold chain. Suspended from it was a pendant with a large ruby cut in the shape of an apple. The gold stem had two emeralds in the shape of leaves.
Sparkling gasped.

“This is my pledge to you, my love. My pledge to be loyal, faithful and most of all, loving to the most important mare in the world. Not quite a proposal, but perhaps the first step. If it’d be okay with you.”

Tears were flowing from Sparkling’s eyes.

“Yes, Ivory,” said Sparkling, “oh Faust yes!”

Ivory put it around Sparkling’s neck and then kissed her a very deep and loving kiss. Then they went back to the party, hand in hand.

Once inside, they walked up to the friend of the pony they’d just put in the taxi.

“Here,” said Ivory, “your friend owed you this.”
Ivory handed the 100 bits to the stallion. He looked lost.
“I’m afraid it’ll be my partner here that will have me on my back tonight,” said Sparkling. “Or maybe I’ll have her on hers.”

Then they kissed and they enjoyed the rest of the party together, often holding hands. Sparkling was happy to introduce Ivory as her partner and there appeared no ‘push back’ to this.