Bruises and Bitemarks

Me and Auburn stood outside of the Soup N' Salad shack. I untangled my foreleg from her shoulders slowly, turning to her cute expression with her wide blue eyes and twitching muzzle.

"I can't say for sure," I replied. "She talks quite a bit about Fancy Pants and Fleur de Lis, but she's never confirmed if they're relatives or just ponies she knows."

"Wow," Auburn whispered. "What is Alabaster like?"

"She's a lady in the streets and a freak in the sheets," I described her in the way Obsidian emphasized all those years ago, giggling at Auburn's furious blush and dropped jaw. "Hey, I'm just describing her just as she would describe herself. You should ask her yourself!"

"Oh that's okay," Auburn walked past me, her deliciously red tail positioning itself just over her precious bits. She leaned forward, about to wrap her teeth around the door handle when I dashed forward, using my magic to move her aside and swing the door open. I gestured to the interior of the restaurant, and Auburn walked inside.

"Thank you," Auburn whispered, stopping at the waiter standing before us. "Booth for two, please."

"Of course, right this way," the grey stallion took two menus with his magic, trotting over to a booth in the corner of the establishment, placing the menus on the table. Me and Auburn seated ourselves and looked to our waiter.

"Is there any drinks I can get you ladies?" The waiter asked. "We have a special mixed berry sangria that is limited time."

"I'll have that," I told the waiter. "And my friend here will have that as well, unless you want something stronger?"

"No, sangria is good," Auburn nodded.

"Two mixed berry sangrias right away," the waiter nodded, turning away and making a beeline straight for the bar. I turned to see Auburn scowling.

"Usually I just get lemonade…" the earth pony grumbled.

"We can get that from him when he comes back," I waved my hoof. "But hon, we both could use a drink tonight. When was the last time you sat down with a good wine?"

"Um, I've never…" Auburn drifted off, her hoof pacing circles around the wooden surface of the table. I blinked my eyes rapidly, a smile growing on my lips.

“Goodness! I suppose tonight’s as good a night as any then,” I chuckled. “Your parents don’t let you go out?”

“Oh no! They do,” Auburn assured me. “Quite a bit actually, Mom would hate to keep me cooped up at Sweet Apple Acres all the time. It’s a lovely home, but even the hardest working of Apples need a change of scenery sometimes.”

“You’re an Apple?” I asked. “I never would’ve guessed.”

“My mothers are very important ponies,” Auburn beamed, and I kept note of that. Keep talking about her parents, but then shift the conversation when she gets tipsy.

“Who are your parents?” I asked her.

“Applejack and Rarity,” Auburn told me. “Elements of Harmony, and I’m their firstborn!”

Shit, I definitely had to be aware of that in regards to what I did with their daughter. Not to mention, that explained how Artsy and Auburn knew each other. If there’s anything I’ve learned at the School of Friendship, it’s not about what you know, but who you know.

“Huh, I thought Applejack and Rainbow Dash were together,” I knew they weren’t.

“Oh, well they lived together for a brief period of time,” Auburn explained. “When Rainbow Dash was tight on money, and then she moved out shortly after my Moms started dating each other.”

“Are you their only foal?” I asked her.

“Well…” Auburn trailed off, a small smile creeping upon her face. “Rarity is expecting another foal from the futa potion Applejack used.”

“That is wonderful to hear,” I turned around and thanked the waiter as he placed our drinks in front of us.

“Are we ready to order?” he asked.

“Oh! Well, I am,” I told him. “I’ll be having the red bean nachos with a side of tomato soup.”

“And for you, miss?” the waiter glanced over at Auburn.

“Um,” Auburn glanced down at the menu for a few moments before looking up at the waiter. “I’ll have the house salad with extra onion, extra tomato, and a side of honey mustard and ranch.”

“Very well,” the waiter grinned, taking the menus with his magic. “I’ll have that out for you two shortly.”

As the waiter left our table, I looked over to Auburn.

“Extra onion and tomato?” I asked her.

“It’s delicious,” Auburn commented. “The tanginess of the onion and the sweetness of the tomato really compliment each other, same for the dressings.”

“Hmm, I’ll have to try that dish sometime,” I agreed, taking a swig of my sangria. Auburn did the same, only at a much slower pace. But as soon as the sangria hit her tongue, her eyes widened as she tilted the glass further and drank the whole glass. My eyes widened as my heart started racing, turning around and leaning over the booth as I made eye contact with the waiter.

“Another glass for my friend, please?” I called out to him. The waiter nodded, preparing and levitating another glass to Auburn within minutes. Auburn took the second glass and gave it one swig before setting it down.

“So good,” Auburn clapped her hooves as she licked her lips.

“Glad you’re enjoying it,” I told her. “I hope Artsy has been treating you well.”

“She has,” Auburn’s smile wiped off her face, and her hooves started fidgeting against the table. I had to hold back a wolfish grin as I leaned against my seat and glanced at the wall.

“Especially since nothing happened when we dated,” I rolled my eyes. “That’s on me though, what else would you expect from dating an asexual mare?”

“Asexual?” Auburn squeaked, and I met her eyes.

“Yeah, you...oh no, you didn’t know?” I gasped, holding back my laughter as I placed my hoof over her own. “Sweetheart, I’m sure she was planning on telling you at the right time.”

“When did she t-tell you?” Auburn whispered.

“Well, she mentioned it a few months before we started dating,” I admitted. “But she doesn’t see it as that big of a deal, so I can see why she hasn’t said anyth-”

“Of course it’s a big deal!” Auburn snarled, banging her hooves on the table. “You don’t just start dating a pony and let her think you two are going to make love if you...if you…”

Auburn gave a soft wail as she buried her face into her forelegs, her whole body shaking for a few moments before she unfurled her forelegs and lunged for the wine glass. Drinking the rest of its contents, Auburn slammed the empty glass down, storming out of the booth and taking several deep breaths before approaching the bar.

“Another, please,” Auburn breathed.

“Of course, be sure to take some water as well,” the waiter sent a third glass of mixed berry sangria as well as a glass of water to our table. Auburn raced back to the table, drinking a swig of water before taking a swig of the mixed berry sangria. I softened my expression as if I was staring at a bear stuck in a beartrap, watching as Auburn took several deep breaths, her body shaking for several minutes until she stopped.

“Sorry about that,” Auburn sighed.

“Don’t be sorry, it’s a lot to take in,” I told her. “I’m sure you two will be able to sort everything out, you just gotta take it one day at a time.”

“Right,” Auburn growled, her ears flattening and her eyes blinking away tears.

“Your dishes,” the waiter placed the steaming pile of red bean nachos and tomato soup in front of me, and placed the mouth-watering heap of vegetables in front of Auburn. “Is there anything else I can get for you two?”

“No thank you,” Auburn lifted her head up and gave a strained smile at the waiter. The waiter glanced at me, and I nodded with a more natural smile. After he left, I lifted a chip heavy with red beans and red sauce, levitating it to my mouth and savoring the flavors and textures on my tongue. I took several more into my mouth, and glanced up at Auburn as she lifted the dressings with her hooves and poured them onto her salad: half of the salad in honey mustard, the other half in ranch. She leaned forward, nibbling on her salad quietly.

Lifting her head up, Auburn gave a long sigh before meeting my eyes.

“I haven’t been with another mare in a long time,” Auburn admitted. “And I don’t need to sate those type of urges, but it just...helps, y’know? I feel more like I can take on the day, that I don’t have to take on this world alone. With another pony there, to connect with in every way possible. And she’s taken that away from me, I just don’t know how I come back from this.”

“Well, you don’t have to think about her right now,” I told her. “Just focus on me, and the friendship we can have from here on out.”

“Yeah,” Auburn’s faint red blush didn’t go unnoticed as she smiled at me. “Friendship is pretty beautiful, isn’t it?”

“It certainly is,” I smirked, drinking the rest of my mixed berry sangria.

The evening passed by at a relatively slow pace, with Auburn giving me samples of her signature salad and me giving her spoonfuls of my tomato soup. She told me about her blank flank, and how she felt lost given that neither apple-bucking nor fashion design gave her a cutie mark. We talked about plans to get her doing other activities for her cutie mark, and she asked me about my first novel. And fortunately, she didn’t touch her third glass of wine again. For tonight, I needed her tipsy. Not drunk.

“Hmm, perhaps another time,” I told her. “What would our conversations be if I put all my cards on the table?”

“That’s a good point,” Auburn chuckled as she rubbed her mane with her hoof. “And here I am, confessing all my sorrows and dreams to this mysterious mare.”

“Your check,” the waiter placed the check at the table, and I brought it to my hooves with my magic before Auburn even budged. Auburn leaned forward, blushing heavily.

“Oh no, you don’t have to-” I attached a big pouch of bits, as well as another pouch for the tip, to the check and teleported it to the waiter before Auburn could finish her sentence. Auburn blinked at me with those eyes of hers, before a grin appeared as she looked away.

“Thanks,” Auburn whispered.

“Shall we get going?” I asked as I returned the smile back to her. Auburn met my eyes and nodded, getting up from her seat and walking towards the door, her tail flicking to the side and revealing that glistening pumpkin-colored pussy. My heart skipped a beat as I got up and followed her, glancing over at the waiter at the bar.

“You have a good night sir,” I told him.

“Same to you,” the waiter’s eyes widened as he glanced in Auburn’s direction, before winking at me. “You have a wonderful night.”

We exited the restaurant and stopped after a few paces, staring at her as I noticed a speck of honey mustard hanging off her lip.

“You got something on ya,” I stepped closer, ignoring Auburn’s squeaks, blushes, and protests as I stepped closer. Eventually she stopped speaking altogether and held her breath as I leaned closer, my lips inches away from hers…

...only for me to swipe the speck off with a flick of my horn as I pulled back, smirking as I stared at her frozen expression. Her perked ears, wide eyes, and slightly parted mouth remained that way for half a minute before she came back to life and lunged for me, her hooves yanking my face forward as her lips connected with mine. Her tongue wriggled its way into my mouth, her hooves loosening their grip as I slowly opened up and allowed her to kiss me with as much force as she desired. And yet, I did not kiss her back, and gave her my best attempt at a wide-eyed expression as she eventually pulled away.

“Auburn,” I whispered. “That was...wonderful, but what about Artsy? Are you okay with doing this while you’re still with her?”

It didn’t matter the answer, it’d come back to Artsy regardless. Auburn looked down at the ground for a few moments before she looked up with a puffed chest and unrestrained grin.

“She’ll get over it,” Auburn chuckled.

My heart felt like it was going to soar out of my chest; it was now my turn to strike, I pressed my lips against hers now and ran one hoof down from her neck to her shoulders. The mare shivered against my touch, and I slowly pushed my tongue into a dance with her own. Unlike when she kissed me, my tongue was soft and gentle as it caressed and slowly danced around the fierce viper that was her own tongue. Demanding oxygen, the both of us pulled away with gasps. Staring at each other, Auburn was the first to speak.

“I’d ask to go back to my place, but my parents live in both places where I live at,” Auburn frowned. “And I’m guessing you live with your family as well?”

“Yeah I do,” I nodded. “But we can go to a hotel, none of that cheap shit. Let’s go to the Mareiott, I’ll cover it.”

“You don’t have to do that,” Auburn whispered. “Do you even have a job?”

“I help Yona and Sandbar with their deliveries sometimes,” I told her. “And I work the graveyard shifts at the Sugarcube Corner. Not a lot of customers, but we still have to prepare a lot of cupcakes, cakes, brownies, and other desserts.”

“Oh,” Auburn gave a small sigh. “Sorry for assuming otherwise.”

“It’s okay,” I insisted, walking in the direction of the hotel. “Most creatures at the School of Friendship don’t have jobs anyhow.”

The rest of the walk was quiet, with me smirking at Auburn every couple of minutes. Sure enough, she’d either smile back or glance away as she blushed through her orange fur. I would chuckle, turning back to walk to the hotel. The tall dark brown building that towered every other building in Ponyville was within sight, and we walked in and saw a bluish gray mare that I had seen before: Silver Spoon. She was without her wife, Diamond Tiara, but that was to be expected. The magenta mare had her own business to run, while Silver Spoon served the public with a smile as always. I tipped her generously every time I came here, and we managed good conversations about the happenings of Ponyville and the School of Friendship.

“Hi Panphoria!” Silver Spoon pushed her glasses up to the bridge of her muzzle as she grinned at me and my friend. “Who is this lovely lady?”

“This is Auburn,” I told her. “We would like a hotel room for the night.”

“Alrighty, that’ll be a hundred bits,” Silver Spoon told me. A green aura lit up around my horn as I summoned a hundred and twenty-five bits and placed them in a cloth bag, giving the bag to Silver Spoon. As I imagined the older mare’s gasp at the twenty-five bits she’d discover upon counting the total thoroughly, I took the room key from Silver Spoon and gave it to Auburn.

“Room 601, I’ll be right here. Pinkie promise,” I did all the required motions as Auburn nodded and turned to walk to the stairs. As soon as she disappeared to the second floor, I approached Silver Spoon at her desk.

“Do you know if I could have a receipt for that?” I asked her.

“Of course, I wouldn’t expect otherwise,” Silver Spoon chirped, taking out a pen and paper. Writing down the exact time, date, and names of both me and Auburn, as well as the total, Silver Spoon gave me the paper.

“Thank you Silver Spoon, I’ll be sure to talk to ya tomorrow,” I told her.

“You better!” Silver Spoon snickered. “I want to hear all the details, missy.”

I chuckled, turning around and walking to the stairs until I reached the sixth floor. Why waste time sweating during a workout when you could just climb the six floors of the Mareiott? With a spell that I simply couldn’t live without, I charged up my horn and sent the magical energy all over my body, evaporating all the sweat in my fur and cleansing myself of any body odor. A warm sensation took over as I skipped to Room 601 and swung the door open without skipping a beat, walking inside and closing the door as soon as I saw Auburn lying on the queen-sized bed with her legs wide open.

“Eager?” I cackled, imagining the look on Artsy’s face if she were to walk in, the first sight she would take in being Auburn in that position for me.

Like a lion about to devour a wounded gazelle, I licked my lips and pounced.

I went for her right leg first, running my tongue down the inside of her leg till I reached the sweet spot. There was her clit, and her hopefully tight little hole right below. Turning to her left leg, I did the same long lick till I reached the same spot.

“Please,” Auburn begged, thrusting into my muzzle.

“Please what?” I growled, shoving my muzzle against Auburn’s clit. Auburn gave a long moan, smearing my muzzle in her juices.

“Eat me out,” Auburn ordered.

Not a second after she spoke up, I gave her clit a long lick before shoving my mouth forward and sucking on the feminine delicacy. Auburn cried out, and I lit up my horn with a dark red aura. Another red ball of magic materialized in front of Auburn’s hole, and formed into a thin yet phallic shape. Pushing inside with only a little resistance, her pussy was squeezing the magical dildo as it slowly pulled halfway out and thrusted back inside. Auburn thrusted further into the magical dildo and into my mouth. This continued for several minutes until the mare cried out my name as she squirted all over the magical dildo, as well as my chin and my neck. As the marecum rolled down my chest, I stopped the magical dildo and moved back. I felt as though my chest was going to burst with pride and another darker feeling that I would never admit to; she said my name when she came. I growled as I jumped onto the bed and used my magic to yank her closer to me, hooking my hindlegs underneath her own as I lined up our pussies against each other.

I didn’t bother to ask her if she was ready, thrusting against her like a horny stallion as I reached over and started licking her neck in long yet rapid strokes. Auburn cried out profanities as I slammed my clit against hers with no moment to rest or catch my breath. I lit up my horn with a light blue aura that regained my oxygen and my stamina, and I hissed through my teeth as I felt the leg-shaking shocks running from my clit to the rest of my body as I screamed, zaps of red and blue magic shooting out of my horn and bouncing off the headboard as they sizzled out on the carpet below. Auburn’s eyes were wide as she watched the magical bolts fly just a few inches away from her face. And yet, as I kept going with our chests pressed together, Auburn moved her neck back as she turned and pressed her lips against mine. As our cunts made sloppy noises that echoed throughout the room, I rolled my tongue into her mouth as I tasted her lips. They tasted of pumpkin spice and whipped cream, and I moaned as I processed the flavors. Auburn shrieked into my mouth as her marecum splattered all over our connected pussies and rolled down her ass cheeks. Pulling out of the kiss, I blushed for the first time that night as I took her in: the soft orange earth pony was sprawled out, her eyes nearly rolled to the back of her head as her tongue lolled out of her drunk and wide smile, her left leg slightly twitching like that of a dog having a dream of running in the fields. How was I to feel, seeing Auburn like this because I fucked her. Did I even fuck her, or was the sex we had a lot more than either of us planned?

No, stop. Artsy is the one that’ll be with me for the rest of my life, under one roof with our many foals as soon as I get this succubus out of the picture.

As I separated from Auburn, I crawled into the left side of the bed. Auburn rolled onto the right side, and I used my magic to tuck her underneath the covers. With a flicker of my horn, all the marecum and saliva on the covers was gone. I didn’t need it, I had all the evidence I needed.

With Auburn’s back to me, I shot the mare a weak glare before closing my eyes and drifting off to sleep.