If it Smells Like Fish and Tastes Like Chicken...
The Everfree Forest isn't usually associated with romance in its contemporary sense. Though one could draw many-a-reference to it about the dark recesses and fertile soil. The forest is (much like love) mysterious, changing, threatening, sometimes dangerous, and always exciting, though not always in the ways one might want to be excited. One late night, on a heavy full moon amidst an unscheduled rainstorm, Twilight Sparkle found herself sharing a very crowded sleeping area with her old friend Zecora. That's not all she found, mind you, as a matter of fact she found herself in a somewhat unfamiliar (yet oddly comfortable) position.
It could have been some herbal ingredient having atomized into the air. It could have been the full moon, or the forest, or the cramped space. They could have been in heat, or just overwhelmingly lonely and had given into temptation, but whatever the reason: Twilight had her nose buried between Zecora's legs. The zebra had herself propped up against a wall, using one hoof to tousle Twilight's mane as she worked and the other to keep pressed against her chest to feel her own breathing and heartbeat.
Twilight licked away with textbook precision, knowing exactly where to brush her tongue as well as the rhythm required to produce the best (in theory) effect. She took a scientific approach to everything, which was what was so confusing to her about the situation. She had no idea why she agreed to this, nor did she even remember explicitly how it happened, but she found herself enjoying it and not wanting to stop. Also she could judge by the moaning coming from her partner that the feeling was mutual.
"Oh Twilight! What talent you hold! That silver tongue has turned to gold..." Zecora gently bucked her hips as Twilight found a 'sweet spot' within her target, making her squirm so much that Twilight disengaged. She pulled away and started to answer, but the zebra simply pressed her hoof down on Twilight's horn, shoving her back into place. "No no, do not speak. Just touch my thighs with your cheeks."
Twilight had no objection, so she simply went back to her job. The intertwining of soft, silky flesh left a pungent and somewhat bitter scent wafting in the air. This, mixed with the various dried and drying herbs lining Zecora's walls left something that couldn't be mimicked regardless of the circumstances: a very special moment indeed.
The taste wasn't as bad as Twilight thought it might be, though Twilight had expected a far more potent flavor than she got. Twilight's tongue slipped inside the open gates, gliding gently into Zecora's wanting body and brushing up along each area that she could reach. The unicorn made sure to drag a little, especially along the ever-famous-to-sexual-science clitoris. She had become very acquainted with that back at home on other lonely nights, and so knew how to avoid disappointment if at all necessary.
She had already been at this for well over a half hour: her cheeks were tired and her body ached for the same attention, but she didn't plan on giving up until her services were no longer desired. The rain outside pummeled the simple roof of the hut, giving a gentle rhythm to follow like a swell and flow as Twilight pleasured every crevasse of the exotic mare before her. The humidity gave a kind of universal wetness, adding a stiflingly sticky feel to the already pungent scents floating around, but also making Twilight's own body feel more soaked than her current situation.
Zecora's moans eventually took on the structure of words, though, as her enjoyment started to approach a climax.
"My heart, beating like the greatest drum, aches and begs for you my mare of plum! Oh my! your silky tongue! Watch out, Twilight! Here I come!" Zecora's short poem ended with a long yell. She scraped her hooves along the sheets, leaving two small furrows in the velvety comforter and pulling herself inadvertently closer to Twilight. The unicorn kept her mouth slightly open, and her lips pressed tightly against Zecora's, so to speak. She definitely felt a rush, flooding her mouth with that same bitter and mild taste that she had grown accustomed to and letting her know that she was certainly finished.
Twilight pulled away, lifting her head and meeting gazes with the exotic earth pony. The storm hadn't died down one bit, and Twilight was definitely still in the mood if she could coax the effort out of Zecora. "How'd I do for a first timer?"
"Oh of course you were wonderful, Twilight. This will be the height of my night." Zecora didn't let her heavy breathing and exhaustion stop her from her reflexive rhyming. Every thought in her head was a musical one so it seemed.
"Do me next?"
"Oh, it would be my pleasure. For the skills I have are some to treasure. But what good is wealth if you've none to share? So sit back, relax, and be prepared." Zecora gave a little wink, pushing Twilight onto her back and taking position. The purple unicorn didn't care to watch the so-called 'techniques', but the things that Twilight felt could scarcely be described: even the tip of her nose started to tingle, and she could swear that her legs had a mind of their own. With a single flash of lightning only thirty seconds in, Twilight felt a deep relief within her aching belly, finishing hard at the experience and skill of the zebra's actions.
"My, my, my. That was certainly quick..." Zecora sat back on her haunches and remarked at Twilight's celerity, though her set-up rhyme was interrupted by the lavender unicorn sitting up to give her a great big hug.
"Well you, Zecora, are a marvelous lick." Twilight finished the rhyme for her, prompting them both to giggle and settle down. Neither of the two ponies knew what would transpire from that event, nor did they think about a future. But sitting in a comfortable bed, cuddling in a hut in the rain just before falling asleep after such intimacy left little room for worry: they'd cross those bridges when they came to them.
...
No pun intended.
~Fin~
