Sweetie Belle pulled away from the kiss panting slightly, her quickening heartbeat already contributing to a rapid rise of heat within her body. Her makeout session with Pip had been satisfying, to say the least; her tongue was both eager and nimble, exploring every last nook and cranny of her new husband's mouth as they sat beside each other on their living room couch. While the experience itself wasn't new, ever since they had tied the knot only two weeks prior, it seemed like a whole new world of intimate contact had opened up to the young unicorn and the Palomino-colored earth pony. Even outside of actual intercourse, just the feel of being close to him, whether snuggling against his soft body as they drifted off to sleep or simply giving him a quick hug and a soft kiss on the cheek in the morning before breakfast reinforced her love for her special somepony. She felt much as she did every time she strode on stage to sing, her stomach fluttering with a thousand tiny lightning bugs, each glow making her heart melt a little more each time.
Her enjoyment of this evening's frivolities, however, was hampered by a question that had been plaguing her since about a week before their wedding, and as the two ponies withdrew their heads from one another, breathing heavily and sucking in sweet oxygen, she idly brought a hoof up to brush against his scraggly brown mane. She drew in a deep breath before speaking, afraid of where the line of questioning might lead, but at the same time incredibly excited at the possibilities it could open up. Steeling herself, the unicorn said softly, “Pip, can I ask you something?”
“Anything, love,” the stallion responded, his trademark smile gracing his lips, still moist from her saliva.
She turned her gaze away and blushed slightly. “Have you ever...taken a close look at my cutie mark?”
Pip gave her a cheeky grin. “At least a dozen times a day. Is that a trick question?”
Sweetie playfully batted him on the shoulder and giggled like the schoolfilly she used to be, before she knew that the young pirate enthusiast would plunder her heart. “C'mon, Pip, I'm being serious.”
“All right, all right,” the young stallion responded, still grinning. “To be honest, I thought it was fairly straightforward, you know, letting everypony know that you're the best singer in all Equestria.” He looked down towards her flank, and Sweetie's eyes followed his gaze.
Upon the sea of white fur that had been blank for far too long lay a pattern that had appeared after a Ponyville talent show that Pipsqueak had encouraged her to attend. Even at that young age, once the little colt heard her sing, he knew she was destined for greater things, and he'd always had a sort of admiration for her before finally asking her out for the first time. Sweetie smiled as she looked down at her flank, studying the image that lay there: a mouth, upturned in a smile, wide open with gleaming white teeth and a tongue lurking behind. Of course, Pip was right. It was a symbol of her vocal prowess, unleashed upon Equestria only when her courage had allowed her to overcome her trepidation. A sneaking suspicion, however, had wormed its way into the back of her mind, and tonight, she was ready to reveal it to her lover. “I know that's what it looks like, but...I can't help but think that there's some other meaning behind it.”
“How do you mean?” Pip asked, cocking his head slightly to the side.
“Well, look at it,” Sweetie insisted, gesturing toward her flank; her husband was only too happy to rest his eyes on that part of her body again, probably studying considerably more than her mark. However, she needed to resolve this question. “Don't you think that if it was just about singing, there'd be a microphone, or maybe some musical notes, or a sharp sign or something?”
The Palomino pony nodded; she had a legitimate point.
“So if there's nothing like that, maybe it means something more...and I think I might know what that is.” Her blush intensified, her white cheeks now pink, and she turned her head away from Pip again.
“What would that be?” Pip asked, his voice high with curiosity.
It was now or never. “I think it means...that I'm talented...with my mouth.” She turned to face the young stallion, watching his face intently as his expression morphed from confusion to understanding.
“Sweetie, you can't mean...” His sentence had an obvious end, and his face took on a sad look. “You know how I feel about that, love.”
This was what Sweetie had feared. Pipsqueak had come from a very proper Trottingham family, and they had taught him to always be respectable to mares, to treat them with the utmost dignity and to always be proper and giving. Most of the time, she dearly loved him for these traits, especially when they were alone; Pip was a very generous lover, as she had found out, never willing to end things until he was sure that she was satisfied. He strove to please her in any way he could, even with his tongue and muzzle, but he refused to let Sweetie reciprocate that action, considering it low and not wanting her to be like a “common Canterlot street-trotter.” She respected his decision at first, but the question in her head refused to go away. Tonight would be different.
With a steely look in her eyes, Sweetie met Pip's gaze. “I do, Pip, but...well, I want to try it.” He opened his mouth to object, but she silenced him with a hoof. “You don't have any problems doing it for me, and I love you just as much as you love me, right?” He nodded behind her hoof over his mouth. “So please, let me try, just tonight. If you don't like it, that's fine, I can stop right then and I'll never bring it up again, but I really, truly think that if you give me a chance, you might find that it's not disrespectful or low at all. It's just a wife letting her handsome husband know that she cares about him more than anypony else in the whole wide world.” She lowered her hoof from his mouth, then leaned forward and kissed the end of his muzzle, adding in a saucy whisper, “So what do you say?”
An internal battle seemed to rage inside Pip for a few seconds, but soon, his steely gaze softened into a calm, placid look, and with a sigh of resignation, he answered, “All right, you win, Sweetie.” With a sly smile, he said, “But just this once, you naughty filly.”
Both ponies laughed lightly, the tension flowing out of the room with each chuckle. Almost on instinct, their heads melted together again, soft kisses and pecks leading to another fierce bout of making out, complete with tongues wrestling for dominance. Finally, they pulled away again, Sweetie's eyes half-lidded and gleaming with love and lust. In a breathy tone, she said, “Lean back,” and the stallion obeyed, his back soon resting against the couch and his hind legs splaying out slightly, granting Sweetie access to the area that her mouth had yet to stray. She peered down to his sheath, already in the process of releasing him, and moaned slightly as she saw the familiar flared head of her husband's stallionhood begin to rise. She stroked a hoof idly down his body, rubbing his two-toned fur softly, until she made contact with the sensitive flesh and drew a sharp gasp out of Pip's mouth. Hopefully not the last gasp tonight, Sweetie thought with a lascivious grin, and her hoof started its work, stroking gently against the lengthening erection.
Soon, Pip stood at full attention, his face flushed red from her ministrations, and Sweetie hopped down from her seat on the couch to sit before her husband, then leaned in and planted one final peck against his nose before she began her descent toward her goal. His fur glistened from her saliva as she left little kisses and licks in her wake, reveling in the feel and the musky scent of the stallion, but at last, her true target was within reach. Her hoof, which had resumed its strokes against his hardening flesh, paused, and she took one last, long look at her lover's length before releasing her tongue from her muzzle and leaning down, closer and closer until she brushed it across his tip in a soft lick.
His reaction was instantaneous, his body giving a spasm and a shake as he gasped again at the contact against his sensitive head, and encouraged by his derivation of pleasure, Sweetie repeated the motion, licking against the very tip of his stallionhood gently. She smacked her lips, trying to place his taste; while it was similar to the essence that was often left on her tongue after extended kisses, this was a muskier, heartier flavor, one which she found much more rough-and-tumble than her exploration of his mouth often yielded. It was quintessentially him, more so than anything, and she licked again, a little rougher this time. Pip moaned softly in appreciation, driving her to begin further experimentation. There was still a question to be answered, after all.
After one final lick, this one much less tentative than the first, she leaned in further and clamped her lips around the head of her husband's member, then swirled her tongue around the tip that lay concealed inside her mouth. Something in her head told her to be gentle, careful with her teeth, and she heeded the advice as her tongue traveled in circles around the edges of his stallionhood, slathering it with her saliva and drawing more grunts of appreciation out of Pip. On either side of Sweetie's head, she suddenly felt his front hooves, not pressing or holding her in place, merely brushing through her curly mane as she licked. Almost like a reward for his actions, Sweetie started to suck much like she would a sweet lollipop, and the moan and shudder from Pip let her know that this action was most welcome. She snuck a peek up at her husband and smiled as she saw his eyes clenched shut, his teeth gritted, and his head thrown back against the couch; clearly, he was enjoying this a great deal, and she blushed when she realized that she was too. Very much so.
The hoof that had been resting on his erection slid down to his base and softly stroked against the two orbs there, gently jostling them as she gave a final suck. Now, it was time to move on to the next phase, and her hoof continued its caresses as her muzzle started to slide toward his body, her lips still clamped firmly around his member. Each inch of him that slid inside her was given a thorough soaking by her tongue, which was now working overtime providing a lubricant of saliva all along his length. The smell of him grew stronger each second as more and more of his stallionhood descended into her oral cavity, filling up her mouth with a strong essence of pure Pip, and she found her own heat rising even as she felt his erection twitch inside her.
Careful to avoid impaling him with her horn, the mare's lips soon made contact with the base of Pip's exposed member, and she breathed through her nose as she lingered in that position, the tip of his stallionhood now curling slightly down her throat. It felt incredible to know that every inch of the stallion that she loved was inside her in an entirely new way, and her tongue rubbed against the underside of his erection while her hoof increased its speed slightly. Above her, she was aware of long, loud moans coming from the young stallion, their volume and frequency rising as her hoof sped up and her tongue continued its work against his shaft.
Finally, she could withhold no longer, and with a slurping sound, she pulled back, the friction against his length drawing a groan out of Pip until only his head remained inside. She gave another light suck, then dove her head right back down, soon settling into a rhythm of steady bobs up and down his throbbing member. Each thrust of his stallionhood into her maw was like a surge of bliss, the taste of her stallion filling her up and overwhelming her senses. She was sure that her marehood was starting to leak evidence of her own arousal, but all she could think about right now was how she could please the stallion on the couch, his cries of pleasure quite frequent now. Her descents became more rapid, more intense, her tongue absolutely soaking his entire length with her saliva.
His warning was very short, a gasped “Sweetie! I'm – ah! – almost...” Logic and reason told her to pull away, to release him from her mouth, not to let him fire while still inside her, but she abandoned those ideas and actually increased her speed, her mane bouncing erratically in time with her rapid head bobs. With a cry through gritted teeth and a tightened grip by the hooves on either side of her head, she knew that his time had come, and she slid her head up just as the first shot of warm seed erupted from him. Like a practiced professional, Sweetie quickly swallowed the initial load just as she second burst forth, and as spurt after spurt of sticky semen poured out of Pip's stallionhood, the unicorn mare managed to send it down her throat, the slightly salty and bitter taste still reeking of her lover's essence and sending her mind into a tizzy. It wasn't enough to make her cum as well, but she was being pushed awfully close simply from feeling him unload into her.
Finally, the last glob of seed dribbled out of him, and Sweetie finally relinquished her grip on his member with a slightly wet pop, her tongue having cleaned up most of the remaining traces of his orgasm that had decorated the inside of her mouth. The slightly softened stallionhood dropped to the couch with a light thump, and Sweetie smiled sultrily as she smacked her lips again, fully absorbing the taste of Pip that was still overwhelming her senses. Her eyes drifted up to him, his hooves sliding off of her head and to his sides, his breathing heavy and labored as he rode the wave of her oral attention. His mouth was curled up in a blissful smile, the same that she often saw after they had gone at it in the usual way, and she grinned even wider. In a quiet, alluring voice, Sweetie said, “So how was it, Pip?”
He managed to look at her, his eyes still slightly glazed from the intense pleasure and that goofy smile still plastered on his face, unlikely to leave any time soon. After a few more deep breaths, Pip found his voice. “Sweetie, forget everything I ever said. That was...unbelievable. I...just...wow,” the Palomino pony said with a final gasp, his eyes closing again. Almost as an afterthought, he added, “You might just be on to something about that cutie mark.”
Sweetie giggled, rising to her hooves and hopping up to sit beside Pip on the couch again. She nuzzled against his cheek, her body heat still raging, and said, “Well, Pip, I may be talented with my mouth, but you're not so bad with yours, you know.” He cracked open one of his eyes, and she gave him a half-lidded stare of temptation. “Care to show me?”
His eyes lighting up with a grin, the stallion said, “'T would be my pleasure, love.”
