~ II ~

Beneath the Lake

“There's not many who tend to a lady so much on the first encounter.” Luna swam over to him, drawing an inch away from his face. She blew air on his cheek. They both laughed. “I must say that you've certainly made a believer out of me. It's been far too long since I've experienced something like that.”

Delta blinked. “Really?”

“Can't believe a girl was looking around for new ways to pleasure herself?” Luna laughed at his growing blush, leaning in, kissing the top of his snout. He wrinkled it out of response. The boy could be adorable when he wanted to. “None else drew my interest. All my toys aren't doing the trick. Don't even get me started about my fingers.”

Delta chuckled. “I liked how they feel, at least.”

“Maybe they're not bad for holding hands.” Luna giggled upon glancing down at her chest, seeing the small pond seeping upward from her cleavage. Itches blazed across her skin. Her softness throbbing—needing to be kneaded. “When it comes to playing with my body, maybe they look nice draped across me. Though a girl needs something a bit more... tough to enjoy herself with.”

“And water?”

“Don't even get me started on the water.” Luna was licking her lips as her hand dived beneath the surface, reaching the band of his trunks. It wasn't hard to pull them back—all things considering. Gripping his dick, it took a wide curl of her hand to capture his girth. “Surely something I'll experiment with more in the real world. Though... it feels someone has gone neglected.”

“Y-You think?”

“Hundred percent.” Luna jerked his dick once, feeling the shudder of his legs, which kicked hard for a second. His eyes clenched, and his expression did the same. Fuck he was sensitive down there. “Never met another with such a full and hard cock before. Feels like you're still getting bigger. Did my body turn you on so?”

“Would saying you're perfect too much of a let-down?”

“Maybe a bit more poetics would have been enjoyable.” Luna squeezed his cock, loving heated skin against her own, the hardness her grip could hardly contain, the wild throbs barely suppressed by her wrist. He fought to thrust against her hold. “But neither of us are in a clear-headed state, are we?”

Delta gulped. Little flicks came from his hips. Poor boy. “I-Is this revenge for all the teasing I did underwater?”

“Can't believe a girl just wants to hold your hard cock for a little bit? Even the water around it is being kept warm.” Luna jerked him a little, enough to release some of his tension, laughing at the violent throbs. They came more and more. Fighting them down was a pleasure on its own. “But I do want to balance out the board before we go back down. Won't be able to do it once we're back under.”

Around them, the waves slowly rocked, forward and back, splashing up, crashing down, sprinkling around. The soft sways lapped the air with sound. Little breeze caressing across spots of them. The trees around them, tall but not towering, had their leaves bristle with the breeze.

What a far cry from Canterlot Castle.

“You want to go for one more?”

“That I do,” Luna said though, on swimming back, brought her hand. She kept only a foot away, smiling—the kind that said not to worry. She was perfectly aware of how much sexual pain she'd left him in. Though the pain now would equate to greater pleasure later. “But this time? Give it all to me. Don't hold back!”

Taking a deep breath within a cute sound, Luna pinched her snout and divined underwater, taking deep, then deeper, deeper and deeper. Delta dived in after her. Both of them taking to the world within the lake. Their path leading to its bottom.

One of the good parts of letting Luna go first was that she got to lead the way. Her long legs came kicking through the water, her ass on full display, the muscles within shifting around, the sight intoxicating. Her breasts wobbled further below, not greatly, but by a little, two causes to gained his gaze.

That, and the great volume of hair, spread all around, whisking downward, after her, no matter the feet plunged. She'd turned around sometimes, smiling at him, knowing where his eyes had lurked, striving to give him a show. The place between her legs tighter than tight, worked out by her moving, the spot cleaned out fully by the water.

Both of them, even without the lake full of water, were already well-lubricated for what was coming next. The ground of the lake wasn't too far below. Sand composed its bottom. It was shallow enough to still be caught within the moonlight. Luna had already twirled on her way down, coming to her back, exposing her front to the boy swimming after her.

Showing off everything to make him swim faster for it.

By the time Delta reached her, however, Luna had come up to him. He stopped, and she did not—only on reaching his crotch did she slow. She was face to face with the pitched tent within his trunks. That long and hard cock, throbbing to be free and straining the material.

No sense in teasing the boy any further.

Luna slid her fingers into the sides of his brim, letting them slip through, gripping the fabric, tugging them down little by little on either side. Getting it over his cock was the hardest part. Lowering as it strained and harder on the tent. Though, after a few more tugs—his dick flopped into freedom.

Delta's head leaned back as a stream of bubbles escaped him, each holding seconds of his moan, all swirling to the surface. The feeling of his cock throbbing in the cool freedom wasn't something he knew he needed until it finally happened to him. No longer was the horrible tightness of the clothing now holding him back in feeling free in his rising pleasure.

Luna admired his cock. How it throbbed in the open waters. Little currents helped to keep it lifted, bobbing it up and down, granting life to the wild thing. It was aching now. The horrible tension building in separate seek of release.

Luna leaned in close to grant a kiss upon its head, feeling the tip flick against her lips, trying, even if a little, to get inside her maw. Now wasn't that an idea? Having him floating upward, with the same, only her face level with his cock, sucking him off as they both floated.

Another idea for another time.

Rather she needed that meaty train inside of her, now, and that wish went both ways. Knowing he was ready for her now, she returned to leaning back, seeing bundles of weed wavering in the ground of the lake. It helped to accentuate the underwater beauty now made into their new bed.

Delta swam above her waiting form, knowing she had laid herself for a reason and began a dive starting before her legs. By the time he came out of it, his body was floating over her belly, putting him inches above her.

His hands reached around her waist, cupping her ass again, the hard, sudden kneading of her tush evoking the escaping bubbles of a gasp that spoke of his name. Lifting her rear, he rose her entrance toward his cock, getting the two lined perfectly. Then, in holding her still, he floated over by an inch—feeling his tip break contact with her slit.

The water around their parts tried cooling the burning heat radiating from them both. But the fires they had for each other burned far too hot anything to do anything about it. Rather, the lake warmed because of their bodies lodged at the bottom of it.

And from here on out, things would only get hotter, as his cock slipped inside. It was slow at first, feeling the pressure of air contained within her cavity. It reminded him of dense, baking oxygen inside of a sauna. Her pre-heated depths around his cock made him moan out as well.

Both weak to the other.

The length of her legs came crossing over his back, locking him above her, assuring he could still move—but not float away. Already she was this drawn to him, needing his cock to go deeper. That was something he had more than enough to offer as he plunged deeper into her tightness.

Delta was given no choice but to have air escape him, bubbling past his lips as the sound became muffled by the sheer density of water, causing currents to shiver in response. Fuck was she tight. Her pussy hungrily swallowed his length, sipping inch after inch of him in, licking, roundly, across his girth.

There was a strange contrast to sex underwater not had on land. The interior of her cunt posses air—stale and musky, but air nonetheless. Once he was all the way in, his dick could breathe, drinking Luna's most personal scent.

Though when he pulled out, never all the way, only enough to leave his head lodged within—water crashed across the side of his dick. Torrents bursting around him, going from hot air to cool waters, the contrast blissfully numbing. Currents swirled from his thrusts, crashing water around from his movement.

If swimming was an exercise, then sex became further than that. Delta's chiselled abs tensed upon the flicking of his hips, each thrust not only needing to take him deep inside of Luna but also, to fight back the dense barrier of pure water holding him back.

But much like before, although his movements were slowed, the impact was the same, the force and pressure, the shooting inside her pussy enough to roll the girl's head back. Both of them elevated by inches due to their actions.

Luna took the harder bunting of it all. Her entire body spasm backward, floating back a few inches, raised by one, all from the power of his sliding inside. He was able to fuck hard enough to beat the water, to blow down the resistance, crashing into her with the hardness her slimy, quivering walls clenched in need for.

How fucking hot she was for him that the waters bubbled with the passion of their sex. How Luna's hair billowed greater and further out after every thrust, many strands being jerked around, shot everywhere, direct responses to their meeting of crotches.

The speed they were gaining. Both in their passion and in their movement. Neither seemed aware—much less bothered—they were floating, slowly, across the ground below. Their bed was the whole of the lake, so it made sense they would enjoy themselves across it. Every moan, every roll of the hears, shooting around of the eyes—there would always be a new setting for it all.

Luna couldn't handle every time his cock went shooting inside her cunt, causing her back to writhe left and right. Her legs closed as much as they could, and her hips flicked just the same, trying to milk more of the throbbing hardness nestled within her.

She loved it. Little moans of countless bubbles composed within dots escaping every time her mind heightened on arousal. His cock was bigger than she'd expected; she feared not being able to fit him. What had once been tight was now stretched out, all to accompany him, the constant pressure mounted in spreading her walls only diving her tongue to loll out.

And she didn't care. Not a worry at all for the water rushing into her mouth, filling every inch within a second, the taste of lake-water stale on her every taste bud. Not even when she swallowed. Bits of freshwater splashing down her throat, filling into her belly, giving her a feeling of being full, refreshed, and oddly happy for it.

Delta also enjoyed himself as he floated up higher on her crotch, allowing him to thrust in easier as they kept holding to the other, ensuring that, as they floated across, they wouldn't become separated. By now, the two had gotten used to the other; both of them had learned how much effort they needed to put forward into order to make the water their own.

Though their contact and connection were delays, the feeling of Delta's crotch slowly smacking into Luna's bubble butt only served to snap a harder smack. Both of them lost explosions worth of bubbles for the feeling of it. Those cheeks jiggling in freedom, floating, their wobbles not weighed down by something like gravity.

Thrust after hump after groan after moan. Crotches warm becoming hot. Aching hardness clamped down, clenched around, caressed by sensitive, undulating walls. Little currents of water trickled past her lips, seeping into her special place, cooling the flames within, only a little, as he could slide in with greater ease.

It was in their chests the trouble started to emerge. There was a need for air. Oxygen. The sweetness that came after breaking the surface of the lake. Of feeling cool winds while water splashed around the ears. Coughs followed by gasps. Hacking joined by sharp inhales of the snout.

The freedom of air, now denied, lust desired instead.

For it was in the burning of the lungs, the hollowness of the chest, the pleading of the mind something new then arisen. Skin tightening over muscle, driven to sensitivity, pricks of fires rising from the pores—put out, at once, by the immense water surrounding them all. It was the delight of a fire being put out, that idea composed into a sensation, one pleasant, repeating, all over the skin.

That wasn't the only thing to change.

Another change came with the eyes. Everything was normally blurry underwater, everything wobbly in the vision, wavy too, a haze enshrouding everything. But when one loses their breath, and inner-resources grow thin, the body heightened in response.

Eyes sharpened from the lack of oxygen. Haze removed and waves stilled. Where the moonlight did not touch, heightened gazes could make out on their own, seeing more of the depths, places only they could make out.

More than this. All of this. What drove the two wild in flicking their hips, crashing their sexes, and moaning more than they should. The cause for craziness in their fucking hot enough to make a lake into a warm bath. Everything was made better by the supposed time limit.

Every moan was a risk. An added thrust could allow for something to go wrong. Would they be able to make it to the surface in time? Every breath wasted down here may be one denying them to reach the surface in time. Risk. Danger. Those two things caused Delta's cock to throb and Luna's pussy to itch with pleasant need all over.

Soon she wasn't enough to be reliant on him anymore. After an intense thrust, one jostling her back, her breasts wobbling in freedom, cheeks doing something of the same—Luna arched herself up. There wasn't a cloud of air in her lungs. The skin of them contracted onto themselves in need. Desperation of their emptiness triggered flight or fight in her mind.

And her sense of fighting wasn't what the instinct had been built form.

Luna pulled back and out from her lover, both of them dreading once he slipped out of her, the joined, building warmth left to cool in the cold waters once more. This wouldn't keep for long. Oh no. Not when Luna had already kicked and swam above her love, leaning in close to plant a kiss on his cheek.

And a hand on his chest.

Luna grinned as she pushed him. Strong in both the real world and the ones dreamt up, she shot the poor boy floating downward—until his back crashed into the ground of the lake. Sand and dirt and the odd shell exploded into a cloud, spreading around, raising away from him, thinning, fading while it did so.

Delta continued to lay back as he fought to gather his bearings. The only thing about him was his long cock pointing up, throbbing in the water, needing to be in something hot, tight, and wet again. Different kinds of wetness, of course.

And found that would be the case when he gazed up again.

Luna was swimming down to him again, smiling while she did so, her breasts swaying to her strokes, though how she swam through the water, curving to the angle she wanted was also beautiful. She entered a dive a foot behind his feet, ending the curve as she came up over them, slowing over his bare crotch.

His dick twitch.

Luna laughed. Barely any bubbles surged when she did. Inky-blackness welled in the corners of her eyes, the feelings of sleep quickly upon her—though the burning of her lungs, and the same of her crotch, fought through the feelings of weariness.

Allowing her legs to spread on either side of his toned middle, Luna placed her hands on his chest, enjoying its broadness, feeling out, fingers caressing, the firmness of the muscle beneath making her quiver for him again.

It took a bit of adjusting to get it right.

Pass after pass, back and forth, swaying through the water, attempting to get it right. Luna straddled his cock, pressing her crotch against its underside, slowly pushing down upon it, pinning it to his belly. Upon sliding her slit underneath its head, Luna lifted herself, the dick doing the same, before she came down upon it, applying her weight.

Unlike before, the cock remained upright as it entered her, leaving Luna to do all the work. She moaned a breathless gasp at feeling it spread her walls, which clenched in response, trying to devour more of the sensation. Feeling his filling going deeper, spreading her further, his warmth mingling with her own as the coolness of the water couldn't hope to bring down their temperatures.

Delta knew there wasn't anything for him to do, other than the odd flick when she came floating down. Reaching his up hands, he settled each on her breasts, holding and then squeezing, doing the latter when she came down. It drove them both crazier. Each dive taking seconds too long. But the suspense, the impact after it all—it doubled what would normally have been.

The aching in Delta, and the itching within Luna, both of them blazed, in blazes hotter from the lack of air, the pleasure behind the dam now ready to burst. Both of their lungs were filled not with air, but rather, water from the lake. Everything outside and inside their bodies now just water. Water touched all around the other's body. Liquid warmed by the head of the other.

Luna sunk again, knowing the juices welling his cock meant she was about to burst. She fought to keep her eyes from clenching as she impaled herself upon him—just as he thrust up to meet her. Her legs clamped on the sides of his body, hitting herself to him, both of them broken, cumming, screaming on willpower alone the bubbles of each other names.

Both of them couldn't see, couldn't breathe, out of air and full of water, the tightness of their body now imploding. They were going to faint as the wonderfully horrible feeling condensed within their chests. There wasn't much they could do as Luna's legs released from his sides, her body starting to float up—though his arms quickly wrapped around her waist.

Since the two were without air, the bottom of the lake was now they're new home, his back already against it but, within seconds, making his front the same to her. Luna softly landed onto his chest and belly, snuggling into the firm bed of green, the land warm, muscles taut, the person below actually alive.

There wasn't any point in trying to break to the top. Not when the pleasure overcame the pain of being without air. That condensed feeling of being narrowed on orgasm. Little shivers still quaking her—though air loss could be blamed for that as well.

Luna laid on the boy until her inky blackness in the corners of her eyes overtook her vision. The last thing she saw, through the great and wavy distance between her and the ceiling above, was the night sky made different from the bottom of the lake. It looked special in a way. The sky was the same, but now she was different or, at least, the new viewing of it gave Luna a new perspective she'd never forget.

Though even better was when she looked up, seeing the boy who shared the same fate as her, also relaxed despite the fires that'd overcome his skin as well. He looked down at her with a grin, knowing this was the end. And despite all the fears and pains, the flirts and fancies of the mind, he was still able to grin at her, knowing what was important, leaning down to meet her.

Just as she leaned up to meet him.

Their lips came together in a kiss. One that didn't mind the closing of their eyes. The water became heavier as it consumed them. The cool touch creeping into pure cement crashing into their skin. Coldness washed all around. But like as it was before, it could do nothing, not a single thing to the two bodies lit on fire despite being deep underwater.

Their kiss continued even without air. At least there were no worries about how one was going to exhale during it. All they did was enjoy the act, each other's lips, the dancing of tongues, the feeling of fading despite being with another.

Fading.

Fading.

Faded.

Luna shot up in her bed in desperate gasps for air, coughing and hacking the nothing lodged in her throat, coming to beat a fist against her chest, thoroughly convinced she'd swallowed a fish. It took her a few moments for her fears to die away. For the panic to fade to what really was the case.

What occurred to her first that it was neither grass nor dirt, water or land beneath her tush. Rather it was a mattress covered in sheets composed of silk. The weight of water proved to be a mere velvet blanket cast over her feet. Though her window was open... the morning breeze was nothing compared to the harsher currents of water near the bottom of a lake.

And yet her lungs still burned.

Luna was smiling by the time her panting came to a slow, knowing she must have been breathing in her sleep but, when it came to those magical times—she halted herself from doing so. Though her bed was soft and warm, it did not hold her the way a body of water did.

She was confined by gravity. Her appreciating for breathing, taking and letting go of air, the way it could cool burning lungs—all of it was gone. Within seconds she was doing it automatically again. There was nothing special about it now. Unlike before, when even taking a gulp of air, sometimes, could be considered a luxury.

When it came time for her feet to sway off the bed, coming to place themselves on the floor, Luna realized something. The heat. That burning both inside and out that drove her mad... was no longer as bad. She could still feel it, of course. The temperature on her skin and in the air. But below the surface, it was like some of that water from the lake, somehow, continued to flow through her body.

Even the heat between her legs had cooled down.

“Shame our night had to end so soon, Delta.” Luna was smiling as she said his name, walking toward her attire left on the stand. It seemed a little too loose to her now, considering heat wasn't as much as an issue. “But I have a feeling this blistering heat of mine won't be kept away so easily.”

She began to put on her clothes behind the cover of wooden panels, not trusting the thousands of times her sister walked in, without knocking, to either talk or hang out. But Luna wasn't focused on that. Slipping on her panties and clipping on her bra, Luna took a hand to her ass, cupping a cheek, kneading the flesh rather softly.

“Maybe I did leave you a bit hanging in our deal, lover.” Luna smiled as she gave herself a squeeze, knowing her body in the dream was the same as the one she walked around with in real life. Only, for whatever reason, it felt like she kept Delta from truly enjoying it. “If we do meet again, let us hope it's when our eyes are open.”

Another thought came to mind of her room suddenly being flooded. Now wouldn't that be interesting? To have her room, exactly as it was, cast within the veil of dense water. To swim around like a fish in a tank, enjoying her surroundings in a new way, having someone to do something familiar with.

Though once she was dressed, out the door and ready for duty, the princess found the next, though easier before, marked by something strange. Someone new had put in order to be a part of her guard. Not only that—but her more personal one at that.

Taking the paperwork back to her desk, that, and with a cup of coffee left brewed by her loving sister, Luna sat down and scooted in, already taking a sip, this tasting better than the lake water. Though it didn't fill her like that lake had. Filling every inch of her mouth and throat and belly, pushing out slightly due to the volume, a strangely pleasant tickle going all around when it had happened.

But when looking through the report of the stallion, his photo was the first thing to draw her gaze. The quickening of her heartbeat thundered in her ears. It... couldn't be, could it? He looked so much alike, but that a common thing from time to time.

It was in looking at the name, the first-word saying 'Delta' that Luna, having taken another sip of coffee—then spat it out. It hurt both her throat and her lungs to do that act. Though, quickly upon recovering from her coughing, she lifted the stamp on the side of the desk.

The newest member, even before the interview, marked approved.

Author's Note

It's a broad world out there, in terms of land and in terms of people though, to me, the latter matter more than the former. Can't say exactly what I was expecting when first started to undertake commission work.

Though something like was truly unexpected.

I'm thankful for it. One who abides to only their ideas becomes limited to their own styles and tastes. You must be willing to go outside your zone of comfort to try and learn something new. Most of the time, despite the project, you'll come back, different, being able to do the same things with a slight change to them.

I hope, gang, you enjoyed reading this bubbly tale.
~ Yr. Pal, B