A Misty Hearth's Warming

After finishing dinner, Mark and Mistybelle cleaned up the kitchen. He offered to do it himself, but she insisted on helping, assuring him it was her pleasure, besides it gave her another chance to spend time with him.

Mark patted his belly as they walked into the living room. “Mmm, that spaghetti was so good. You can add ‘cooking skills’ to your list of abilities now.” He snickered.

“Yes, I never had the opportunity to try that before. It was certainly a unique experience. But, since I’ve been able to interact with you and your home, I figured it couldn’t hurt to try.”

“Nope. And it was really tasty too.” Mark smiled at her. “Now, I have a different idea for our relaxing tonight.”

“Oh?” She offered him a joyful expression, while she looked over at him. “What did you have in mind?”

“Over here.” Mark held out his hand. “This is my fireplace. It’s been cleaned up for winter and is just waiting to be used.” He moved away from her. “Give me a second.” He pulled over a large cushion, easily big enough for two, and set it in front of the fireplace. “Have a seat, please, while I get this lit.”

“All right.” Mistybelle smiled as she sat down on the large cushion. “Oh…this is nice.”

“Yep, it’s perfect for this sort of thing…and there.” The kindling ignited from Mark’s long match and the fire quickly caught onto the stack of firewood and began crackling as it burned with flickering flames. He placed the elegant fireguard in front of the hearth. “Now we’re good.” He smiled as he joined her on the cushion.

“And why are we here as opposed to the couch?” Mistybelle turned his way.

“Well, I thought we’d just cuddle and watch the fire burn. Not that the tree isn’t amazing or a delight to look at, but you wanted to see more of my world and I thought this would be something unique.” Mark slid a little closer to her.

Mistybelle looked at the fire and then back to him. “It certainly is.”

Mark took a few sniffs, the scent of hickory was starting to drift from the fire and fill his home with its classic fragrance. “The wood gives off a lovely smell. Oh, right. I guess wisp ponies can’t smell.”

She shook her head. “No, but I can always enjoy such senses through you. I couldn’t smell or taste the food I cooked, but I could still enjoy your reaction to it.” Mistybelle smiled sweetly.

Mark placed an arm around her and rested his head along her flowing mane. “You know, fire is an element that’s always fascinated me.”

“It is a very unique substance. I have always found it rather captivating.” Mistybelle leaned against Mark and gently nuzzled him.

“Exactly.” He brushed his fingers along her ethereal mane. “It gives off light, heat and energy. It’s almost like it’s alive, and while it can nurture, in a way; fire can be very destructive, which is why is should always be respected.”

Mistybelle sat silently for a moment. She enjoyed the heat radiating from the flames, while they basked in the fire’s glow. She turned closer to Mark and placed a hoof on his chest. “I couldn’t agree more. It’s nice to know you understand that fire shouldn’t be trifled with.”

“Never.” Mark whispered back. “Not unless you want to get burned.” He let out a wry chuckle.

Mistybelle giggled softly. “Very true, but, enough talk of fire.” She nuzzled against him. “Why don’t we just enjoy this.” She sighed, then began rubbing her hoof along his chest.

“Mmm, yeah. This is so nice.” Mark pulled her a little closer and kept his fingers dancing through her ghostly locks.

Mistybelle noticed a stirring in her nether region, but didn’t pay it any mind. She cast out a soothing sigh, while Mark continued caressing her mane. “Mmm…” His touch along her mane was quickly becoming one of her favorite sensations. She gasped softly. Her enjoyment was cut short as a vision from one of Mark’s dreams flashed in her mind. Her smiled dropped, because she still wasn’t sure how to mention it.

As she continued to cuddle with Mark, Mistybelle gave the matter some thought. She had an idea as she recalled something she saw a mare doing to him in his dream. Mark had stopped his hand and was just resting his cheek along her mane. Mistybelle turned her eyes his way and smiled. It was clear he was growing fonder of her and she knew she was growing fonder of him. Only, she wasn’t sure how to get from cuddling to a hoof in his pants.

Mistybelle’s eyes widened and she shook from a series of shivers. It took her a moment to realize Mark had started running his other hand along the back of her barrel, near her cutie mark. Like so many of his endearing touches, this one offered even more intriguing sensations. She could barely fathom it as she let out the softest shuttering moan.

Mark was lost in his closeness with Mistybelle and essentially had his hand on autopilot. It had been so long since he’d enjoyed the close company of a nice mare that he wanted to savor it as much as possible. “Mistybelle…you’re nice and warm…like the fire.” He sighed and leaned against her. “Mmm, like I said, you are a mare. I can feel you there…even though you’re a spirit.”

“Aww, Mark…you speak such kind words.” Mistybelle sighed, then she gasped. Marks fingers happened to slip past her flanks as he began caressing her tail. “Oh…my tail. Ahh…your touch is nice there too.”

“Yeah…and your tail is just as misty and silky as your mane.” Mark reveled as they continued to snuggle before the fire. His gestures encouraged Mistybelle to resume running her hoof along his chest and then down across his belly. A welcoming sigh from Mark made her smile and let her know she made a good choice. Then, as she went to move her ghostly hoof lower, she trembled and twitched. Mark’s fingers left her tail and had slipped under it. He ran them along the most curious of curves, then his hand halted when he felt something unexpected. “What? What’s this?” Mark pulled his hand away.

“What’s what?” Mistybelle sighed almost like she was in a trance. She fought the urge to moan as she looked over at him.

Mark looked at his fingers and blinked. There was a strange pale green residue on them that gave off the faintest of glows. “Mistybelle, there’s some kind of substance…or fluid on my fingers.”

“Huh?” She looked up and saw his hand. Her eyes immediately widened and she shook her head vigorously. “It…it can’t be.”

Mark gave her a perplexed look. “Do you know what this is?”

Mistybelle swallowed hard, and then she gave a subtle nod. “Yes…I mean I think so. But I just don’t see how it could be spectra.” She gave him a dubious glance.

“Spectra?”

She nodded again. “Yes, spectra. It’s short for ‘spectral emissions’ and is something I had believed until just now was no more than a myth.”

“A myth…really?”

“Yes. According to a legend I heard. Spectra is a form of compressed spiritual energy that mimics a fluid. It can even feel wet like a liquid, but its still just energy. Now, if the legend is to be believed, spectra is secreted when a wisp pony is in a state of…arousal.”

Marks eyes widened. “Wait, you mean like ‘sexual’ arousal?” He looked at her intensely.

Mistybelle blinked, then nodded. “Yes, again, if the legend is correct, but, I didn’t realize I have a pleasure point. That’s the only way a wisp pony could possibly do this.” The dubiousness remained on her face.

Mark stared at her face and saw the wide range of emotions in her pale green eyes. It tugged at his heart. “Well, just maybe you do. Here…move a little closer again…please? Let’s check something.”

The tone of his voice eased her anxiety and Mistybelle gave him a happy smile. “All right.”

She slid a little closer, allowing Mark to reach under her tail again. “I’ll be gentle, but is this your pleasure point?” He very deftly ran his fingers along the curious collection of folds along her rear. Closing his eyes for a moment, Mark could swear he was rubbing the outer contours of a pony’s marehood, the texture and firmness seemed to be just a little off.

Mark’s touch caused her to close her eyes. Mistybelle shivered and sighed as he continued his gentle ministrations. “Oh, yes…that must be it.” She moaned softly. “Only, I never knew I had this.”

“This is incredible.” Mark savored the sounds she made. Even for a spirit, she made the sweetest sounds of pleasure. It sent a wave of warmth across his body and stirred his manhood to life. He half wanted to undo his pants and just let it stand at the ready, then ask her to indulge him and allow him to know the soothing touch of somepony he cared about. But, he remained silent.

“Mark?” Mistybelle spoke in a curious tone as she reached a hoof back to halt his hand. She looked at him. “Are you okay? I’m loving your touch, but as I look at you, something seems to be troubling you.”

He softly bit his lower lip. “There is something…but I feel bad for even wanting to ask.”

Emboldened from his touch and sighing from the delightful sensation she could only conclude is arousal, Mistybelle made up her mind. “Mark…would you be angry with me if I told you I looked in on your dreams the other night?”

“Huh?” He blinked. “You can do that?”

Her cheeks turned bright red and a shy expression crept onto her face. “Y-y-yes. It’s similar to how I was able to touch your mind when we first made eye contact.”

“Whoa…wait.” He swallowed hard. “I didn’t dream anything too weird, did I?”

“Huh, you aren’t mad?” Her mouth fell open.

“More surprised than anything. And, maybe I feel a little violated, but…” Mark reached for her hoof and tried to ignore the growing tent in his pants. “I trust you did that to learn more about me?”

Mistybelle sighed happily and nodded. “I did.” Glancing down at his crotch, Mistybelle placed her free hoof just above his bulge. “I take it your dreams were full of your deepest longings and desires?”

“Um…yeah.” He nodded. “They were.” Mark’s cheeks turned a little red. “That’s why I was thinking of asking…if you’d touch me.”

A devilish smile crept onto her face. “You mean here?” She softly swept her hoof along the top of his tent.

Mark twitched and shivered. “Yes, it’s been so long since I had somepony to…” He realized his hand was still on her flank, so he tickled her pleasure point a little more.

“Ohh, I understand. This is some of the desire I sensed in you.” She patted his concealed manhood.

“Yes.” He sighed with desire.

“Then, why not uncover yourself?” Her eyes sparkled with intrigue.

A playful smile formed on Mark’s face. “All right.” He placed his hand on his zipper, then hesitated a moment, before finally lowering it. Mistybelle watched as he unbuttoned his pants and then slide them down a little, before he lowered his boxers in the front and freed his solid spire.

Mistybelle gazed at his member, her eyes teeming with awe. “It’s even more intriguing than it appeared in your dreams…” She reached her hoof out and very gently swept against the side of his length.

Mark twitched and shivered from her touch. “Mistybelle…do that again, only on the underside.”

“Oh…my pleasure.” She moved her hoof as he asked and began caressing the smooth side of his manhood. Mistybelle started moving it back and forth, very slowly. “Is this okay?”

He closed his eyes and nodded in between sighs. Mark relished every second as she continued touching him. He looked into her eyes and ran his left hand along her cheek. “Thank you, Mistybelle.”

She smiled as she leaned front and nuzzled his cheek. “You are very welcome.”

Mark reached back to her pleasure point. “Would you like me to touch you again?”

“Please, it was the most intriguing feeling yet.” Mistybelle sighed, then leaned front to kiss him on the lips.

He placed his left hand around her graceful neck and caressed her mane, while he pressed his lips against hers. Mistybelle let out a muffled moan and shivered as he resumed running the fingers of his right hand along her ghostly crescent. She saw the look in his eye as she resumed moving her hoof along his stiffened manhood. Mark twitched a little and let out a calming sigh. “Don’t stop, Mistybelle…that feels amazing.”

Mistybelle giggled from his reaction to her touch and she enjoyed the way he always spoke her name. She sighed contently, then let out a rather loud moan, covering her mouth with her free hoof. Mark had grown bolder and slid a finger into her pleasure point. Her blush deepened and she let out a shivering moan as he flexed his finger within her spectra soaked walls. “Mark…ohhh…oh…mmm, Mark. This…feeling, it’s so good.” She turned her eyes to him and they just glistened in the light of the fire. “How can such a sensation…be possible?” She panted softly, then pointed at her chest. “Not only is my pleasure point filling me with…this must be pleasure…but, my chest feels funny.”

Mark slowed his finger. “Are you okay?”

She smiled and nodded as her pale green eyes continued to shimmer. “Oh yes…it’s a good kind of funny feeling. It makes me want to kiss you.” Mistybelle leaned front and planted her lips back against his.

They shared a slightly longer kiss, before Mark added a second finger to pleasuring Mistybelle. He looked at her with equally intrigued eyes. “I wonder…could your pleasure point…give you an orgasm?”

The wonder nearly overflowed from her eyes. “What’s an orgasm?”

Mark gave her a devilish smile. “Keep touching me like that…mmm, and maybe just a little faster and you’ll see it happen to me.” He caressed her mane and smiled. “And…” He flexed his fingers within her pleasure point, it seemed delightfully similar to a marehood, just a little softer in some ways. “If I keep touching you, maybe you’ll have one too.”

“Mmm, Mark. I’m delighted to try.” She giggled, then halved her eyes. Mistybelle sighed adding more vigor to her hoof as she stroked his member.

“Mmm…Mistybelle…that still feels heavenly. And here, I’ll give you my best.” He sighed and let out a series of blissful moans.

Mistybelle’s eyes widened as Mark started massaging her wispy and wet inner walls. The more he stroked her ghostly flesh, the thicker the spectra seemed to become. He noticed her backside twitch a little as she let out a passionate moan. “Mmm…Mark, oh, every second that passes is better…uh, than the last.” She started to sway her head, but kept her hoof moving at a nice pace along his solid mast.

Mark continued to savor her touch, but her reactions to his touch were rapidly driving him to the breaking point. He’d been with mares that savored his touch and enjoyed his company, but he never saw one react like Mistybelle. Even the time he had the pleasure of making love to a younger mare that happened to be a virgin, her reaction vastly paled compared to this lovely wisp pony, lost in the throws of passion and ecstasy.

Several minutes had passed and with each motion of his fingers, Mark could tell something was building in Mistybelle, but he wasn’t sure what. Her body lacked the normal tells of a mare, but somehow, maybe it was a gut feeling he had, but she seemed to be nearing a threshold of sorts.

It was then that he placed his free hand along her lovely neck. Her hoof was still driving him to the edge. He looked her way and noticed she was still in the grip of pleasure. “Mistybelle, you doing…all…all right?”

She was panting heavily as she looked his way and nodded. “Y-yes. Oh my…Mark.” Mistybelle placed a hoof on his shoulder and plowed her phantom lips into his. “This…is just amazing.” She managed to speak in between spasms of pleasure, then looked at him as she kept her hoof moving on him. “I can’t be sure, but I think you may be leaking a little something? Do humans have spectra of their own?” Mistybelle blinked, then let out a long shivering moan.

“That…that is j-just m-m-my…oh that’s good. My pre, but humans do have something similar to spectra. I should be showing you in…j-j-just a little bit…here.”

Mistybelle giggled, then her eyes widened. “Mark!” She started to pant a little harder, while her free hoof was still on his shoulder. “What’s happening now?” Her eyes fell shut and her rump twitched a little, and then, to Mark’s surprise, her pleasure point contracted along his fingers. “Ahhh!!” She squeaked out a long angelic moan as spectra swept across Mark’s flexing digits.

Somehow through her storm of pleasure, Mistybelle managed to keep her hoof caressing Mark’s member. He recognized that familiar build up and knew after her climatic performance that he was a goner. The way he felt about her and her endearing reaction to his touch drove him fervent. Barely another minute passed and he braced himself as his mast burst along her foreleg with sticky ribbons of his unending desire. “Ohhhh, Mistybelle…mmm.” He moaned and sighed for her, continuing to brace himself against her shoulder.

Mistybelle had started to recover as she caught the sight of his eruption. She watched on in fascination as his warm cream burst forth and coating her foreleg. It seemed he was done, then she noticed a final spurt from him as her eyes lightly widened in response to his spire starting to collapse. “Mark, is this how…an orgasm works for you?”

He nodded a little breathlessly. “Yeah. If it goes limp afterwards…” He huffed. “Then it’s a sign of a very good conclusion.” He gently removed his fingers from Mistybelle’s pleasure point. “Whoa, check out all this spectra.” He held up his coated fingers. “Wow, I guess wisp ponies can have orgasms.”

Mistybelle blushed and nodded. “It would seem so. But, all that came from me?” She blinked.

“Yeah. But who knows what’s normal for a sexually active wisp pony. Huh?”

“What is it?”

Mark looked at his fingers with due fascination. “The spectra. In addition to a soft glow, it seems to be giving off some kind of misty vapor.” He looked at her curiously.

She smiled and ran her free hoof through his hair. “That’s not uncommon for spectra or most forms of spiritual energy. They tend to evaporate over time. The mist is just energy returning to the ether.”

“Incredible.” Mark huffed a little as he continued to look at the intriguing substance.

She held up her messy hoof. “And just what is this substance?” Mistybelle looked at him.

“Oh, it’s fluid that’s a key part of human reproduction and is often a very enjoyable part of an orgasm.” Mark looked at her hoof. “Wow, it must have been a while.”

Mistybelle turned her eyes on him. “Isn’t this a normal volume for you?”

“Well it is. But it doesn’t always come out so forcefully.” Mark blushed a little as he turned to the nearby coffee table and grabbed the box of tissues. “But, unlike spectra, mine won’t evaporate, well, not like yours does. Here.”

“What are these?” She examined the box and blinked. “Oh wait, I remember, a means of cleaning up minor messes.”

“Yes. That’s a very technical definition, but in a nutshell.” Mark clipped some tissues for her and then some for him. Even if spectra gradually evaporated, there was still a very good coating on his fingers. He almost dared to taste it, but it didn’t really have a smell, which left him doubtful it would taste anything like a mare’s arousal usually would. Regardless, he saw to cleaning his hand and then watched as Mistybelle cleaned her foreleg.

She looked up and smiled. “There, looks like I got all of it. What do we do with these tissues now?”

He reached over and took them. “I’ll take care of this.” Mark turned back and tossed them in a nearby waste bin. He sighed now that they had finished cleaning up.

Mistybelle smiled at him as they moved closer together. He resumed caressing her mane. “Mmm, that was delightfully unexpected.”

“Yes, it really was…mmm, I enjoyed every moment.” Mistybelle sighed. “I never imagined I could experience such sensations. Oh and you mortals are really blessed to enjoy them.”

Mark moved his arm so it was wrapped around her. He pulled her close and leaned against her. “Yes, but I’m glad I could share this with you.”

“Thank you, Mark. This was…” She sighed. “Wonderful.” Mistybelle started nuzzling his cheek. “Mmm, Mark, I was wondering just now.”

“Yeah?” He snuggled her back and caressed her mane and the side of her barrel, still savoring the aftermath of his emotional high.

“I read something in one of those books. Something humans do called ‘having sex,’ do you think that’s something we might be able to try?”

Mark blinked. “You know, before getting to know you and before what we’ve shared tonight, I’d have said no way. But, as of now, I’d be willing to believe it just might be possible.”

She giggled softly as she ran a hoof along his chest. “Then I certainly look forward to it.”

“Me too.” Mark danced his fingers through her mane. “Oh, there was something I’ve been meaning to ask you.”

Mistybelle nuzzled him again. “Ask away.”

“Would you be able to leave the house, I mean if you wanted to join me when I go out some time?” He looked her way.

She glanced back and blinked. “I don’t see why I couldn’t. Hmm, I just never really gave it much thought.”

“Well, if you’d like to plan for it sometime. Ooh, but right now.” Mark yawned. “I think I could use some rest.”

Mistybelle swayed her head a bit. “Yes. That took quite a bit of spiritual energy out of me. I could certainly do to go dormant for a bit.” She sighed and nuzzled him again.

“Mmm. This is nice here, in front of the fire.” Mark savored their snuggling for a bit. “It’s warm, but…”

“Oh?”

Mark managed to stand up. “Let me go get the blanket from the sofa.”

She nodded and smiled. “All right.”

He stumbled a little. “Whoa, it has been a while if some heavy petting and a hoof job has left me this woozy.” Mark chuckled as he staggered over to the sofa. He managed to grab the blanket and then, a little more with it, walked back to his ghostly mare. “Here. If we lay just so…the cushion will be more than large enough for us to share and then…” He yawned again and smacked his lips. “We can just sleep here for the night.”

Mistybelle nodded as she helped him with the blanket. She lied down on the large cushion and sighed and smiled as he joined her. Mark took the blanket and with a little more of her thoughtful assistance, covered them both with it. “Mmm, this is nice. You’re warm, Mistybelle.”

She giggled at him and rubbed her cheek against his. “So are you, Mark. Hmm…I think this has been the best evening I’ve spent with you yet.” Mistybelle ran her hoof along the short locks or his dark brown hair.

“Yeah.”

The two nestled close under the warm blanket as the fire continued to crackle and bathe them in its warmth. Their eyes drifted shut, while they laid closer than ever before. Soon, Mark drifted off to sleep and Mistybelle fell into her dormant state, making for the perfect ending to a very wonderful evening.