Life Is Only Real When You Are Near

After Derpy had closed the door Rainbow darted next to her and hugged her the way she had always wanted to do, the way she dreamed in the morning as she hugged one pillow with her forelegs and another one with her hindlegs.

Standing on her hindlegs, she wrapped Derpy both the softest and the strongest way possible, placing her muzzle on Derpy’s right shoulder, pressing her hooves against Derpy’s wings. While hugging Derpy and enjoying Derpy’s own smooth hooves wrapping around her wings and interlocking on her back Rainbow understood – finally understood – the true strength of her attraction. The feel of Derpy’s heart beat against the right side of her chest – a strong and steady thump, thump, thump – and its echo in Derpy’s neck made Rainbow realize how much she wanted to protect this cute mare, innocent, fragile, who looked so amazing when her eyes sparkled and she smiled.

Rainbow strengthened her hug and moved her hooves up and down Derpy’s spine from the base of her neck to the root of her tail, one hoof ascending, the other descending. She wanted to protect Derpy forever and ever within her arms, keep her away from the world outside where ponies, insensitive and cruel, bullied her, assumed she was dumb. She wanted to be always near Derpy, support at every single step, make her grow and see her smile, even kiss and give her the joy only special someponies are allowed. Even though they had agreed that they would act casual in public, in private Rainbow could be Derpy’s most intimate, most loyal friend.

It was funny, Rainbow pondered, that she had been fulfilling this role since that fateful meeting at the post office when she had to kick that awful burly pony and bring him to the friendship centre because he had insulted Derpy while being in a deeply drunken haze, and that she had acted the role of the most loyal friend since she had decided to improve Derpy’s self-esteem by teaching her how to fly like a Wonderbolt, purebred. But right now she would make Derpy soar to the highest of bliss, make her feel really loved, totally secure. She hoped her inexperience wouldn’t cause any issues.

Slowly Rainbow released Derpy and planted a deep wet kiss on Derpy’s neck.

Derpy giggled, placed her hooves on Rainbow’s shoulders and, her head tilted, eyes half-lidded, asked, “You’ve never been with a mare before, too?”

Rainbow smile widened. She felt too warm and fuzzy to blush in shame.

Derpy smiled, then nuzzled the left side of Rainbow’s neck and placed a soft, dry, and delicate kiss on the dimple between her tendon and trachea.

A localized charge of bliss detonated through Rainbow’s skin, then spread till her cheeks and the middle of her chest. The quickly fading electric and tingly tendrils disappeared within her belly and warmed her nethers, already swollen, heavy, dripping wet.

“Wet kisses and tongue are only for the lips – for the ones above and the ones below,” Derpy said. “Dry kisses for the rest. Wetness feels good for a while but then it gets cold, and that doesn’t feel that good.”

Rainbow cocked her head, knitted her eyebrows, then smiled. “That does make sense.”

Derpy put her forelegs on the floor. Clop!

“Let’s go into the bedroom,” she said, then turned around and proceeded across the living room towards the open doors of the bedroom.

Once inside the room Rainbow jumped onto the bed with white pillows and blue sheets. To her delight Derpy’s smell was still present on the pillow and it was far stronger than before, almost as if the pillow…

“You like to rub against the pillows, too?” Rainbow asked.

Derpy nodded as she went around the bedroom towards the window.

“Almost every morning,” she said. “Sometimes in the evening if I have trouble sleeping and am thinking about you.”

Derpy stood on her hindlegs, then placed her hooves on the crumpled curtain and moved her tail left, unveiling her private parts.

Rainbow’s bloom tensed from electric desire as she finally examined Derpy’s triangle of love, up turned, red and swollen from arousal, fluids glistening, reflecting the last spark of the day as the sun disappeared beneath the horizon and the sky shifted into darker shades of blue. As Derpy swept the curtain from right to left, a thick strand of transparent liquid dangled from her clit, swollen, prominent, and red. Derpy’s inner lips winked and the drop fell down, sparkling, on the floor.

Rainbow could come from the sight alone: from the wetness overflowing, scintillating, from Derpy's sex, spilling out of that beautiful red well and darkening her thighs; from the delicate red of the inner petals, parted and engorged, emerging from between the outer lips that were also flushed from arousal; from the cute little knob of pleasure that stood so prominently in Derpy's bloom like a gem resting in the middle of a flower, swollen as if to direct her attention to itself so that Rainbow could touch it with her hooves and lick it with her lips; from the sandy yellow tail framing from the left Derpy’s land of love and the well shaped flanks, full, round, pleasantly curved, between which Derpy’s bloom lay hidden.

From all of it Rainbow could come. But most of all from the whole Derpy who looked utterly divine with her gray coat and her rustled sandy hair, with her weird marks on her flanks that always made Rainbow ponder what they meant, with that perfect curve of the spine that looked appetizing and seductive as it reached Derpy’s butt and disappeared into Derpy’s tail, and with her beautiful face adorned by that innocent and youthful smile and those skewed but so magical eyes, always sparkling and sincere.

Most of all Rainbow wanted to have Derpy by her side and stare at those eyes, even drown in them forever and ever, in that shining yellow sea.

Derpy draped the last stripe of the evening sky, turned around, and greeted Rainbow with a wide smile, not the dare devilish one of a somepony about to do something forbidden, but of a filly who’s about to engage into something exciting like jumping in a pool or playing with her friends.

“Do you think about me when you satisfy yourself?” Derpy asked as she went toward the bed.

Rainbow nodded. “All the time.”

Derpy jumped on the bed and laid on her right side, her head propped by her right elbow, her thighs pressed together, hiding her most enticing place.

“I’ve never thought I would end up with you, you know?” Derpy said. “Never imagined that we would lay on a bed together.”

“Stranger things have happened,” Rainbow matter-of-factly said.

Still smiling, her eyes relaxed and half-closed, Derpy stretched her left foreleg, placed it on Rainbow’s right shoulder, then moved it down slowly. Once she reached Rainbow’s hoof she changed her trajectory and went back up.

“Can you explain me one thing, though?” Derpy asked. “Why didn’t you have a special somepony before me.”

Feeling happy, feeling drunk, Rainbow shrugged. “I dunno. Never had the time, I guess. I was always training since junior flight school, you see? Always in the sky, doing stunts and tricks. I remember spending months repeating Wonberbolts’s maneuvers after me and my family went to one of their shows.”

“And you never had a romantic affair? Not even a bit of teenage fooling around?”

Rainbow rolled her eyes, then looked back at Derpy and said, “Well, me and Fluttershy kinda had some sleepovers in middle flight school but I remember just hugging her. She really liked when I hugged her, though. Would press into me the moment we hit the bed, you know? And grab my hooves and bring them beneath her bellybutton for a better locking.”

With eyes wide open Derpy observed Rainbow.

“What?” Rainbow asked.

Derpy giggled. “You’re so... beyond hope, Rainbow. You know what should we do?”

Rainbow shook her head.

Derpy lifted her hoof from Rainbow’s shoulders to Rainbow’s face, pushed wayward strands of Rainbow’s mane behind Rainbow’s perked ear, and said, “How about you just relax and let me do you first? Then you can do me.”

“But what if I won’t be good? Won’t give you the best experience possible? I’ve never done this stuff before and I’m kinda out of my league.”

With calm eyes and a warm smile Derpy moved her hoof across Rainbow’s forehead, then slid it down Rainbow’s muzzle and on the tip of Rainbow’s nose she let it rest.

“You’re not performing here, Rainbow,” she said. “It’s just the two of us sharing and having an awesome time. So... just relax, let me do you, keep in mind what I do to you, and then do that to me. If you’re not sure you can always ask me.”

“What if I’ll… well, do something you don’t like or hurt you?” Rainbow asked.

“I’ll warn you. And remember that we’re both mares. You know how to pleasure yourself, right?”

Rainbow nodded. “Yes.”

“Then you know how to please another mare, too. I know you’ll do fine,” Derpy said, removed her hoof from Rainbow’s face, lunged forward, and kissed her.

When their kiss ended Rainbow smiled and kissed Derpy in return. Once she relaxed her hold to catch a breath Derpy pecked her lightly on her lips but with enough strength to push her back. By the end of the kiss Rainbow pushed Derpy once again. Kissing and giggling Rainbow and Derpy played this little tug’o’war, at times resting to catch breath and stare warmly at each other, at times hugging and rubbing their noses together.

After such a rest Derpy planted a peck on Rainbow’s nose then slid down and nuzzled her head against Rainbow’s neck. Rainbow closed her eyes from the new sensations assaulting her body, from Derpy’s coat tingling her neck, from Derpy’s warm breath streaming right beneath her chin, making her feel warm and fuzzy all over, making her bloom drip.

Rainbow inhaled the scent of Derpy’s mane, redolent of ozone like all the other pegasi but with traces of sweet shampoo, and felt Derpy’s ear bat lightly against her nose. Involuntarily she wrapped her hooves around Derpy’s head and enjoyed the slickness of her mane. Still buried within Derpy’s hair, her neck warmed up by Derpy’s breath, Rainbow sent her right hoof down Derpy’s head and down Derpy's mane and, when it felt the little bony ridges between Derpy’s shoulders, moved it back again. As Derpy breathed on her neck and showered it with kisses, little dots of silky warmth that jumped up and down, from right to left, Rainbow caressed Derpy’s head with the same delicacy and softness that had been the mainstay of her dreams every morning before this day.

Derpy, however, didn’t want to stop at Rainbow’s neck only. She proceeded further down and washed Rainbow’s chest with her breath and stippled it with kisses.

Derpy’s head escaped the grip of Rainbow’s hooves. Instead of stroking Derpy Rainbow settled on holding her hooves on Derpy’s head, ticking the grooves behind Derpy's light and fluffy ears.

As Derpy moved down Rainbow’s nethers swelled and tingled. That pleasant ball of tension right beneath her navel expanded like a balloon and now waited for the moment when Derpy would finally reach her bloom and excite it with her touch. Even though Derpy had yet to caress her most sensitive parts, Rainbow already realized that shared sexual delight was better than solo activity. Far better than hugging pillows, silky soft but lifeless, without the throbbing of a living pulse, the rhythm of a loving heart. Sheets and pillows didn’t breathe, didn’t create explosions of shivers with every single stroke, didn’t make her feel all warm and fuzzy and secure, didn’t hug her in return.

And Derpy did hug Rainbow, her hooves wrapped tight, wrapped light, around Rainbow’s waist as she travelled further south.

When Derpy reached Rainbow’s navel and Rainbow’s whole pelvis tensed from the incoming bliss Derpy stopped her voyage, looked up, and said, “Maybe you should lie on your back? It will make it easier for me?”

Rainbow opened her eyes and frowned. “Can we not?”

Perplexed, Derpy widened her eyes. “Why?”

“I don’t like being pinned down. It makes me feel uneasy.”

“I won’t pin you down, Rainbow,” Derpy said. “I’ll stay between your legs and then crouch next to you, okay?”

Rainbow looked at Derpy’s smiling face and, seeing Derpy’s wide and loving eyes, nodded.

Derpy unwrapped her hooves from Rainbow and wiggled backwards. Free from Derpy, Rainbow allowed herself to fall right, her eyes not seeing Derpy anymore but the milky white ceiling above, decorated by a fan made from long and thin stripes of orange light: the sun’s farewell for today as Celestia, princess of Equestria, made it disappear.

“Can you lift your legs?” Derpy asked. “You can place them on my shoulders if you want.”

Rainbow lifted her hindlegs and flattened her tail. Her nethers were so sensitive that even the lithest current of wind in the room made them tingle and drip as it shuffled against her swollen pulsing lips and her swollen pulsing clit.

The next moment Rainbow felt pressure against the back of her thighs. The pressure, light and fuzzy, moved from the back to the inner surface of her thighs, then gently parted them apart.

Curious, she propped herself on her elbows and looked ahead.

Her legs made an angle of 45 degrees that from her point of view looked like the letter V; and at the apex of the letter she saw Derpy Hooves, smiling. Even poised between her legs, ready to descend onto her bloom, Derpy looked cute with her head cocked right, with her wide and open smile and her warm and open eyes, with the crow’s nest that was her mane. The only thing Rainbow wanted to do right now – even more than having her first taste of things that only special someponies do – was to hug Derpy and kiss Derpy and rub her nose against Derpy and feel Derpy’s breath mingle with hers and to never ever let Derpy go.

“You ready?” Derpy asked.

Rainbow nodded, her pelvis tense from expectation and arousal, her bloom fully lubricated, ripe and swollen to the max.

Derpy cast her head down and exhaled, her nostrils flaring, upon Rainbow’s rose.

Rainbow closed her eyes, threw her head back and lowered her pelvis up from the assault of hitherto unknown pleasure that spread from between her legs into her belly and her chest. It felt way better than doing it on your own. And the breath felt infinitely better than the steam that gathered in the shower stall as she slowly lathered herself and increased step by step her pleasure.

To confirm Rainbow’s thoughts Derpy once again blew air across Rainbow’s flower but this time with her mouth open, making sure that her warm breath reached every nook and cranny of Rainbow’s crotch. Rainbow’s hips went mobile in response, going up and down without her volition because the master of the body had vanished, had submerged into the sea of electric tingling tendrils that spread wave-like through her body from that little throbbing centre of command in the upper regions of her bloom. The only experience that came close to this sensation was cruising near a thundercloud and feeling its might and pressure, its electricity lifting her hair and zapping her coat, but with the caveat that the thundercloud now gathered within her pelvis and then spread not only across her body but also into the air around it, charging it with hidden electricity, moisturizing it with the her private scent of love.

When Rainbow felt the pulsing humid warmth that was Derpy’s tongue press against the bottom of her bloom, right against the entrance to her depths, she understood that the real bliss had yet to come. As slow as a snail Derpy’s tongue moved upwards between Rainbow’s parted lips, its every shift creating ripples of pleasure that resonated through her hips, turning the ball of arousal beneath her navel more concrete.

As Derpy’s tongue reached the end of Rainbow’s valley and was about to cover that little rock made of reified bliss, as Rainbow tensed and hitched her breath, ready for the obvious swell of sensation that would cross her body from hips to head, it moved down instead. As a result Rainbow relaxed, let her hips drops and let her breath go.

Derpy reached the bottom of Rainbow’s flower, her tongue squelching from the overflow of Rainbow’s juice bursting from Rainbow's vestibule and well, and let it rest at the intersection of Rainbow’s lower lips. When Rainbow’s hips became immobile and Rainbow’s breath returned to normal Derpy resumed her journey.

For some time Derpy teased Rainbow in such a pleasant manner. She circled her tongue around Rainbow’s vestibule, savoured the space between Rainbow’s inner and outer lips, probed the entrance into Rainbow’s well, and all without touching that little gem of joy that was just mere centimeters above, swollen and unveiled, shining from emissions, hungry for her touch. The only thing Derpy did when she reached the upper part of Rainbow’s flower was to flare her nostrils and exhale slowly on Rainbow’s clit.

Rainbow always went mobile from the little gust of breath that covered her gem, throwing her head back, moving her hips up and down in effort to diffuse the pleasure. Although Derpy still had to apply the velvety pressure of her tongue upon Rainbow’s nub of bliss, Rainbow already felt utterly divine. Her body was warm and tingling all over and every sensation, like the touches of air against her body, the texture of satin sheets against her back, the sound of Derpy’s tongue licking her thick nectar, was like a little burst of heaven. The stronger waves of pleasure originated from between her legs, from Derpy’s tongue and from Derpy’s breath, all working in tandem to excite her most sensitive flesh; and each swell of pleasure that moved upwards from her pelvis to her head and made her body snake, hips rising, spine curving, head thrown back, then head falling back, spine and hips landing on the bed, submerged Rainbow deeper into the ocean of bliss, electric and erotic.

Derpy’s motions remained tantalizingly slow, her tongue lapping inch by inch Rainbow’s viscid bloom, but Rainbow didn’t want to hurry Derpy. For the first time in her life Rainbow found something she wished to enjoy without haste. Derpy’s game was unbelievable; and even if she craved release, even if her clit cried for the slightest attention, even if the tingling ball deep in her pelvis wanted to explode and send pleasure through her limbs, Rainbow was willing to wait because the sensations she experienced were so good: the tingles and rushes; the pleasant streaming going up and down her spine.

Derpy reached the bottom of Rainbow’s well again, then performed the unexpected. Rainbow felt the familiar pulsing warmth that was the tip of Derpy’s tongue right beneath her well for a moment, then it was replaced by the cool air of the room, and then that wet and throbbing warmth covered her clit. Wholly.

The incoming wave of pleasure – a powerful throbbing that gripped her nethers and spread up towards her head – was beyond anything Rainbow had expected. As Derpy’s tongue pressed against her clit, banked left and right, shuffled up and down, flicked back and forth, and gyrated all around, Rainbow undulated, eyes closed and relaxed, her mouth open and smiling from pure bliss. Each little jerk, each little shuffle, of Derpy’s tongue resulted in waves of pleasant throbbing electricity rippling through her body from her coccyx to her crown; and the more Derpy savoured her gem the stronger Rainbow’s pleasure became.

To defuse the immense goodness drilling through her body, a goodness both too pleasant and intense, Rainbow whimpered and moaned and her body shifted like a wave on a stormy night. Her moaning, however, had a paradoxical effect. She, in fact, felt even more turned on than before as she let out her little moans.

Derpy, meanwhile, changed her game again and gave Rainbow a short retrieve as she brought her tongue down from Rainbow’s clit, still swollen and still pulsing, to the bottom of Rainbow’s slit. The swell of bliss retreated a bit but Rainbow’s nethers still tingled with its fiery heat, longed for the touch that would bring release.

As if reading Rainbow’s thoughts, attuned to Rainbow’s wants, Derpy moved slowly her tongue up. She didn’t ascend in a single straight line, plunging deep within Rainbow’s folds and then ascending in one stroke to Rainbow’s peak, but moved her tongue along Rainbow’s right lip. And then Derpy rolled her tongue over Rainbow’s clit. She pressed it against its sensitive spongy texture and swept it slowly from right to left.

A wave of electric joy rippled through Rainbow’s body from hips to head. As pleasure throbbed through her body Rainbow understood why the whole ponykind was obsessed with mushy stuff. It felt amazing. Great. As good as flying amidst the tingling and the humming of thunderclouds, rain-laden.

As Derpy’s tongue rolled away from her clit and sloped downwards along the left lip of her bloom, Rainbow’s bliss subsided, its last remaining fireworks sparkling in her chest and belly, and focused between her legs, ready to burst once Derpy’s tongue would return to that little part that made her feel so great.

And it did return the next cycle. And the cycle after that.

For a while Derpy rolled her tongue, clockwise and counterclockwise, around Rainbow’s open bloom, rich in transparent, thick and sticky nectar. Sometimes her circles became smaller and she focused on Rainbow’s entrance only, her tongue slurping in the juicy and overflowing vestibule, not deigning a single lick of attention to Rainbow’s expectant clit. Sometimes she reached Rainbow’s gem and jumped to the other lip without touching that humming rock of solidified bliss, that happy bundle of nerves, which made Rainbow feel both dissapointed and relieved. After such a stunt, however, Derpy gave additional attention to that part, sweeping her tongue left and right, flicking its tip up and down.

When Rainbow’s serpentine rhythm sped up and Rainbow’s moans and whimpers increased as the interval between them decreased, Derpy removed her tongue and blew air over Rainbow’s gem, then gently rubbed it with her closed lips.

To Rainbow’s surprise such gentle pressure sharpened her pleasure; and as Derpy rolled her lips against her clit the balloon of excitement condensed in her pelvis and the sharp spark of pleasure that was the herald of release flashed in her groin.

The next moment the spark reached its zenith and the bubble of electric tingling bliss burst and spread throughout her frame and limbs. Such was the assault of pleasure that made her whole skin tingle and throb that Rainbow’s mind went blank and her body moved on its own, waving, thrashing, pelvis going up and down, her head bobbing back and forth, all together looking as if waves passed one after another through it.

Along with every other sensations the orgasm superseded the bliss of solitary release, brought either by the shuffling against pillows or her own hoof. Before it had been a locus of intense ecstasy in her groin, mainly in her gem, but now that same drilling pleasure felt uniform across her body as if she had turned for a few moments into one big erogenous zone.

When the pleasure loosened its grip Derpy’s started licking Rainbow once again, and Rainbow experienced another orgasm, another overall explosion of rapture that was even more intense than the first. Her body kept undulating and her skin kept exploding with drilling and tingling bliss, every centimeter of her coat feeling like a little overcharged clit. To relieve herself of pleasure that felt simultaneously too drilling and to good Rainbow moaned loudly into the air.

And then Rainbow felt another jolt of joy. It was the third and the strongest one, turning her inside and out into a cloud of most pleasurable electricity. As pleasure drilled through every single cell of her body Rainbow waved, her spine curving into an ogee then hitting the bed and rising upwards once again, and moaned without any break on the loudness of her voice – she felt too good to hold anything back, too good for even employing a single sliver of control. She wanted to ride her orgasm untrammeled and free. As pleasure reached new apogees Rainbow ceased to exist, her personality being replaced by pure naked awareness instead, awareness conjoined with bliss.

Only when the wet meaty warmth left her nethers did Rainbow fall down from the formless realms, from the highest heaven, back to earth. The contours of her body reified from the sea of energy, although her skin felt like a brittle and porous membrane between the emptiness without and the emptiness within. Gradually the electricity twisting through her body and spiraling across her limbs disappeared, left a sublime warmth in its place. The impersonal awareness disappeared, too, and the never ending reel of thoughts restarted. Rainbow returned to her usual self.

As she lay on Derpy’s bed, her eyes closed, her forelegs sprawled, Rainbow experienced a pleasant lightness in the body and a fresh clarity in her mind. Even the afterglow felt stronger than after a solo session, and it reminded Rainbow of free-falling from a cloud into the vast expanse of the sky, all muscles relaxed, all control to gravity given, or of gliding along the currents with her wings unfolded but not in motion, of simply floating aloft the rolling hills.

The furry ball that was Derpy’s head disappeared from between Rainbow’s thighs, and Rainbow's hindlegs gently hit the bed. Shuffling noises followed. They ended when Rainbow felt warm breath bathe her face. The breath was already intimate and familiar but now it had an additional scent to it that heightened the privacy and rekindled Rainbow’s dissipating tingle. Rainbow always liked to sniff her own smell, overwhelming and piscine, suggesting with its pungency and texture the mare’s most private and esoteric parts.

Rainbow turned her head left and opened her eyes. She was greeted by Derpy’s radiant eyes, substituting the fading sun with their vibrancy and brightness, and her smiling face, her lips wet and shining from Rainbow’s lubrication. Unable to hold herself, getting drunk on her own scent, Rainbow kissed Derpy lightly on her lips, then circled them with her tongue.

“How was it?” Derpy asked, smiling, eyes half-lidded.

Rainbow giggled. “It was awesome. Does it always feel this good?”

“Only when you are with your special somepony,” Derpy said.

Rianbow turned to the left and propped her head on her left hoof.

“You’re very good, you know that?”

Derpy remained silent, but the red blush on her cheeks betrayed her giddiness.

“Where did you learn this stuff?” Rainbow asked. “How many mares did you have before me?”

Derpy kissed Rainbow, then nuzzled her nose against Rainbow’s neck and said, “Only one. Vinyl Scratch.”

Rainbow eyes went wide open. “Vinyl Scratch? The DJ?”

Derpy nodded.

“But when?”

“Back in high school,” Derpy said. “Remember the share your life project?”

“Yeah! For one summer we had to live with a unicorn and an earth pony to see how they live. We even have something like that in our friendship school.”

“Did you take part in it?”

Rainbow shrugged. “Not really. I was busy flying. Didn’t have that much time for friends, let alone special someponies.”

“You missed so much.”

Rainbow smiled. “Now I understand how much. How was Vinyl?”

She wasn’t idling, however, as she spoke with Derpy. Rainbow’s right hoof caressed Derpy’s foreleg up and down, from the shoulder to the hoof; but all this time it yearned to slip away from Derpy’s leg and shuffle across Derpy’s belly towards her groin where Derpy’s flower, swollen and inflamed, waited patiently for her.

“Awesome,” Derpy said. “Kinda like you.”

“What do you mean kinda like me?” Rainbow asked and let her hoof fall from Derpy’s leg, let it flick Derpy’s belly on the way down.

“Obsessed, driven, but very sweet,” Derpy said, her nose against Rainbow’s, her breath bathing Rainbow’s lips.

She covered Rainbow’s fallen hoof with her own, then glided it down the bed to the place Rainbow longed so much to feel.

“She was always doing music,” Derpy said. “The first thing in the morning for her would be playing beats on her drum machine to get in the right mood but then she would get so lost in the process that you needed to shake her out of trance.”

“Let me guess, you were her anchor?”

Derpy nodded.

She lifted her left foreleg and placed Rainbow’s hoof on the warmth fuzzy surface of her thigh. Rainbow’s mouth flooded with saliva and her nethers swelled, once again turned sticky, wet.

“Yes. I reminded her to eat, to go outside,” Derpy said. “I’m pretty sure that without me she would have spent the whole summer inside making music. I had the feeling that she didn’t have any friends. That I was her first one.”

“Really? How?”

Derpy shrugged. “She was all about the music. All her talks were about music: old and new albums, new gear. It’s like it took the place of ponies for her.”

She moved Rainbow’s hoof upwards, within the cloud of sweltering humid heat radiating from her slit.

“I bet you were a good friend,” Rainbow said.

“She said I was her best friend by the end of it, and although she didn’t show it she was actually distressed that I had to go back – it was before I moved to Ponyville.”

“And how you learned all this stuff?”

Derpy smiled and finally moved Rainbow’s hoof, captive in her grip, on top of her bloom.

Rainbow was taken aback by the manifold new sensation assaulting the supple inner side of her hoof. Although she knew how private parts felt because of her own manipulations, feeling the nethers of another mare was a new sensation altogether. The velvety slickness of the lips, drenched in the sticky essence of Derpy’s bloom; the pulsation of Derpy’s blood echoing through their silky smooth texture; their swampy but intimate heat – all felt both familiar and foreign. And the little rubbery bump that made Derpy’s pelvis go back and forward every time Rainbow brushed it… Rainbow wished she had some way to play with Derpy’s clit only without smashing everything around it with her hoof.

“Vinyl had one bed and she didn’t like seeing me sleeping on the floor,” Derpy said, her voice deep and throaty. “She proposed we share the bed together and then one thing led to another and soon we were loving each other every morning and night. And almost every time we took a shower. Sometimes even outside in the park or someplace like that.”

“Wow!” Rainbow said.

Derpy giggled. “Adolescence. You’re always horny and being with another pony makes you even hornier.”

“I… well, I missed all the fun, then,” Rainbow said.

“On the other hoof, you’ve become the best flier in Equestria,” Derpy said and pressed Rainbow’s hoof against her bloom. “And can teach others how to become one, too.”

“Yeah… I guess you’re right,” Rainbow said. “And I can make up for the lost time right now, right?”

“Of course,” Derpy said, then kissed Rainbow on her lips.

Kiss broken, Rainbow looked down at her hoof disappearing between Derpy’s hindlegs, one lying stretched against the bed, the other lifted at a sharp angle into the air. Seeing her own foreleg right there, in Derpy’s most hidden place, turned Rainbow on. The sudden reappearance of desire a short time after a series of thunderous orgasms impressed Rainbow with its novelty and speed. What impressed Rainbow most was that she ready to continue, to go on, to experience the peaks of bliss so quickly after release.

Rainbow returned her eyes up and said, “It’s okay if I go straight down there? I don’t feel like going slow all over you.”

Derpy closed her eyes and smiled. “No problem.”

She turned left, allowing Rainbow’s hoof to fall back on the bed, and laid on her back with her legs spread. Rainbow turned around, stood on her four legs, opened her wings. She lifted herself into the air, hovered till her face was above Derpy’s crotch, then landed down softly.

Immediately Rainbow’s nose was bombarded by Derpy’s pleasant musk, pungent and piscine, redolent of hidden sweaty places. Her own bloom winked and dripped beads of fluid on the sheet from the onslaught of that wonderful smell that she had tasted for the first time on that fateful first visit of Derpy’s home what seemed like an eternity ago.

Rainbow sat on her haunches, ground her thighs together, enjoying the tingling that rushed through her pelvis and the wetness that trickled down her legs, then placed her hooves on both sides of Derpy’s thighs, occulting Derpy’s marks. She looked down at the downward pointing triangle of bliss, its outer gray lips reddish from arousal, its inner lips swollen and deep red, borderline carmine, drowned in transparent and glutinous arousal, Derpy's hood standing tall and Derpy's clit protruding, attracting her attention with its pleasant pink.

As Rainbow lowered her head towards that blooming flower overflowing with dew, her face was enveloped in a cloud of pleasant pulsing heat that feel a little bit denser than the air in the other parts of the room, that felt as dense as Derpy’s breath when Derpy breathed over her. The smell was so thick that Rainbow was sure she would come from it alone.

Getting ready to plunge right in, to taste another mare’s part for the first time, to make another mare writhe and moan and come, Rainbow repeated in her mind all the actions Derpy had done to her. This time she would mimic Derpy, but she would properly prepare for the following times.

Rainbow lowered her head till her nose bumped into the velvety texture of Derpy’s lips. She closed her eyes and took a big sniff, submerged every single olfactory cell in her nostrils in Derpy’s musk at its strongest. When she exhaled, blowing air on Derpy’s clit, Rainbow shuddered all over and a tingle of bliss escaped from her pelvis and ascended to her head. Rainbow’s right hoof tingled with the desire to leave Derpy’s flank and disappear beneath her own body, go between her own legs.

Once again Rainbow dipped down into Derpy’s bloom, the tip of her nose enjoying Derpy’s heat, getting smeared with Derpy’s sap, and lifted her head up and blew air over Derpy’s petals and her stem. When Derpy’s hips went mobile, moving slowly up and down, Rainbow face cracked into a wide grin. Derpy got excited, which mean that she was doing good. Time to proceed.

Rainbow stretched her tongue and placed it at the bottom of Derpy’s bloom where the petals had parted from arousal and revealed the entrance into Derpy’s well, now flooded with Derpy’s liquid bliss, transparent and sticky, creating tiny arced strings between her lips. The taste – a combination of blandness with tinges of copper and sweetness – only fanned Rainbow’s lust. Rainbow inserted her tongue deeper, enjoying the velvet texture of Derpy’s lips, their swelter and their pulse, then moved it across Derpy's valley. What impressed Rainbow most the liquid smoothness of the petals which made her tongue glide like a slippery eel.

As Rainbow moved up she discovered the only thing that was somewhat hard inside Derpy’s bloom: the little rock that was her clit. Her tongue bumped against the rubbery hardness and Derpy moaned as a result. To intensify Derpy’s wordless bliss Rainbow pressed her tongue gently against Derpy’s clit and moved it upwards in a single flick. When the tip of her tongue met the warm air Rainbow repeated Derpy’s trick. She returned back down and placed her tongue back into the lower dimple that was already spilling transparent and viscous juice out of the valley’s rims.

For a while she continued this routine and for a while she liked the reaction it brought: Derpy’s rhythmic moaning, ascending in strength as she pressed her tongue against Derpy’s gem; Derpy’s rhythmic pelvic swing. Tired of repeating the same motion, Rainbow circled Derpy’s flower with her tongue. She started outside Derpy’s valley, on the flushed surface of her puffy hills. The texture wasn’t as smooth as within Derpy’s flower – a little bit rough from the tiny hair and a little bit bitter from the sweat – but Rainbows still enjoyed it.

Again she began at the bottom, careful to avoid going farther down, and moved upwards counterclockwise by the left side.

When she reached Derpy’s hood Rainbow rolled languidly her tongue over it, enjoying its rubbery hard texture, a welcome counterpart to the overall softness of Derpy’s bloom. After her tongue passed over Derpy’s hood, red and swollen, it slithered back to the bottom, sloshing as it passed through Derpy’s lovely juice.

The next cycle Rainbow caressed Derpy’s inner lips, unbelievably smooth and slick due to Derpy’s viscid sap, and flicked the tip of her tongue up and down Derpy’s prominent clit.

The way Derpy’s hips moved up and down and the way Derpy whimpered and moaned, long high pitched tones that turned into raspiness and then broke, excited Rainbow like nothing else in the world as she worked on Derpy’s clit, teasing it with shorts darts of tongue, circling it with the tip of her tongue, pressing it with the whole surface of her tongue. The sight of Derpy undulating, writhing serpentine, from her manipulations, from her careful caresses and kisses, made Rainbow feel better than the clopping of an audience at the end of a Wonderbolt performance. It was a special feeling of accomplishment, private and esoteric, to drive your special somepony to the upper bounds of pleasure, to know that she trusted you enough to let you access her bloom and to surrender fully to your tongue and hooves.

To avoid disappointing Derpy, to ensure the escalation of Derpy's bliss, Rainbow applied her tongue fervently. She circled her tongue across Derpy’s crotch, both inside the sticky bloom and outside of it as well as in the crannies between the two set of lips, and she paid special attention to Derpy’s clit every time she reached the northern rim of Derpy’s slit. Exactly like Derpy had done before Rainbow returned back to the bottom of Derpy's rose when the swinging of Derpy's pelvis quickened and Derpy's moans became too rhythmic. With her tongue corking Derpy’s well, with her nose pressed lightly against Derpy’s clit and inhaling Derpy’s sweaty fishy smell, Rainbow allowed Derpy to return to Earth and postponed Derpy’s release so that she could stretch her enjoyment of Derpy's private parts.

And Rainbow did enjoy them. Enjoy them very much.

The intense vibrant redness of her aroused inner lips, parted and revealing the heart of her bloom all drenched in her thick juice, viscous and transparent; the bubblegum red of her clit and hood; the reddish grayness of her outer hills, smeared with her juice; the secretions itself, tasting bland and sweet at the same time, giving an attractive sheen to this most pleasant part of Derpy that was usually hidden between her tail and her legs; and the smell, the thick heady scrumptious smell, very physical in it texture, incredibly arousing with its delicate piscine scent – all of it felt beyond incredible to Rainbow.

To stretch her own enjoyment of Derpy Rainbow went out of character for her took and took her sniffing and her licking slow, playing Derpy like an instrument, tuning her but not enough to break. So engrossed Rainbow was with the new sensations brought by another mare’s rose that she barely paid attention to her own arousal that tingled between her legs and dripped her own lovely sweat on Derpy’s sheets that felt silky and smooth enough to place them between her thighs and ride them till another burst of bliss.

Unfortunately, Rainbow needed to end her exploration.

As Rainbow once again rested at the bottom of Derpy’s slit, her tongue enjoying the pulsing beat of Derpy’s inner lips that were pressed against its sides, Derpy lifted her head and said, “I’m ready.”

Rainbow cast her eyes up and smiled. In one single stroke she brought her tongue across Derpy’s flower right on top of Derpy’s clit. Without leaving Derpy’s hood Rainbow stimulated the most sensitive part of Derpy’s body, the little gem that was the source of the best feelings a mare can experience in the world.

Her exertions quickly brought results.

Derpy’s waving increased in speed and her moaning turned into ohs that never seemed to end. Observing Derpy’s state, catching the solidifying electricity of arousal from her, Rainbow flicked her tail and enjoyed how its hair lightly caressed her own lower lips. When her tail was lucky enough to stroke her clit, as gently as the touch of a summer wind, a jolt of tingling gathered beneath her navel, between her legs.

Derpy’s orgasm, however, came unexpected.

Suddenly Derpy's undulating motions increased and her moaning reached a new pitch. A Derpy’s body waved like sea at storm, pelvis up, head back, pelvis down, head forward, Rainbow moved her head away from Derpy’s bloom. Although she wanted to gift Derpy a row of mind shattering and body melting orgasms, Rainbow didn’t know how to approach Derpy in her paroxysm of bliss, with her hips swinging out of her control, her mouth smiling and open, her eyes closed. The motions were too quick and wild for Rainbow to go down and safely satisfy Derpy without Derpy bucking into her with too much strength and giving Rainbow a toothache and her own self one the worst pains imaginable.

Instead of trying to do the impossible Rainbow slid upwards, laid next to Derpy and enjoyed Derpy’s undulating body, Derpy’s blissful face.

Gradually Derpy’s orgasmic storm subsided. The serpentine movements turned into little jerks, then her body reached stillness.

With a smile on her face and explosion in her heart Rainbow, her head perched on her left foreleg, observed Derpy laying on the bed, her hindlegs open, her sandy tail resting fan-wise between them, her forelegs sprawled, her chest rising and falling slow.

When Derpy finally opened her eyes, one looking up, the other down, yet shining bright as if with lightning infused, the last dam that kept Rainbow’s emotions confined crazed, then burst. Smiling and giggling like a filly Rainbow lunged forward and kissed Derpy on the cheek. She placed her right hindleg across Derpy’s belly and pressed her body against Derpy’s side. The moment the pleasant furnace that was her groin came in contact with Derpy’s body Rainbow closed her eyes and let out a barely audible moan. The feel of Derpy’s warm coat against her bloom was heavenly. They should try rubbing against each other next.

“How was I?” Rainbow, smiling, asked.

Derpy giggled, her eyes aglitter. “Good. Even too good.”

Rainbow’s smile widened. She nuzzled her head against Derpy’s neck, velvety and warm, then said, “Sorry I didn’t do the thing you did to me – the thing were you kept eating me out as I was coming. I didn’t know how to do it and I didn’t want to hurt you.”

“No problem,” Derpy said. “You’ll get it with practice. Did you enjoy your first time with another mare?”

“Enjoyed?! It was amazing. I’ve never felt like this before. I kinda regret not doing it before.”

“Look at it the bright way,” Derpy said, lifted her head, looked at Rainbow with a warm loving stare. “You wouldn’t have experienced it in such a way, without all the bumps that teens make as they discover what works and what not. And it makes me proud to be the first mare to lay the Awesome Rainbow Dash. Really proud. I can’t imagine anything better.”

Rainbow brought her right hoof to the back of Derpy’s head and pushed Derpy lightly against her lips.

After the kiss, enjoying Derpy’s warm breath, Rainbow said, “Yeah! I agree. It couldn’t have gone better. I’ve heard the tales in school about mares and their first times – how awkward and painful it felt, especially if a colt was involved. You made it feel very good. You’re the best, Dee.”

Derpy closed her eyes and smiled. “Very happy to hear that! Wanna take a bite?”

Rainbow nodded. “Sure. But let’s hug first. I like how it feels.”

Derpy pecked Rainbow's cheek, then laid her head on Rainbow’s chest. Rainbow wrapped her forelegs around Derpy’s shoulders and hugged her tight. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the ozone smell of Derpy’s mane.

Derpy was amazing. Amazing writer. Amazing lover. Amazing cook. Soon she would be an amazing flier, too. And she would be Derpy’s protector, her shield. She would hug Derpy and protect Derpy’s smile because Derpy looked amazing when she grinned, even with her tilted eyes that seemed to be more emotive and vibrant than the eyes of everypony else. Yes! She would be that!

And to make Derpy happy she would try to be less abrasive and more soft, she would sneak into Twilight’s library and peruse the treatises on the arts of love so that she could give Derpy the pleasure she truly deserved; for seeing Derpy’s relaxed body and relaxed smile and her shining warm eyes, overflowing with happiness and love at its simplest, innocent, and best, was the best thing Rainbow had ever witnessed and she wanted to see more of that total happiness and joy.

And there was the surprise that should turn Derpy’s life like for the best, finally set Derpy on the path that her marks implied.