Author's Note

NSFW warning: sexual stuff between the first *** and the second ***, then between the third *** and the fourth ***.

If you don't care much about sexual content, most of this chapter is sexual content, so you can freely skip it.

Chapter 89: Morning After

Artful awoke in the morning rested and content, and also, apparently, quite a bit horny. He was fairly certain he had dreamed of something pleasant involving Wild. Wouldn’t be the first occurrence, of course - he had been wanting to have sex with Wild ever since he saw him, but now he had experienced what it was in reality, even if the said experience wasn’t yet complete. Artful had no doubt that they would have sex many more times in the future, so they would have all the time in the world to learn each other’s likes and dislikes, favorite positions and situations, and what could truly get each other off to the best that they could.

The day before, Artful had finally experienced what it was like to lay with a stallion, to go down on one and then have it reciprocated. While it was just a start, it was an amazing start, no doubt about it. Obviously, it wasn’t like in his fantasies, and Artful knew very well that plenty of fantasies could only ever remain fantasies, but it was still good, and Artful couldn't deny that he wanted more.

Artful was glad Wild had trusted him this much to get intimate with him, especially so quickly. To Artful, Wild always looked closed-off and wary, unwilling to reveal himself to others physically or mentally. Now Artful knew the likely reasons, namely his abilities, and those abilities fed his fears borne of... well, it was not for Artful to speculate on Wild's mind.

However, it would be a lie to say that the abilities Wild possessed were not odd, that was certain. This did not mean that Artful was afraid of Wild could do, definitely not any more than of other people who had similarly or more powerful talents. Princess Celestia controlled the sun, Princess Luna controlled the moon, and there were many ponies with various amazing and unbelievable abilities, so Wild was, in the end, not nearly as scary or odd as Wild likely thought. Still, it was Wild’s decision whether he displayed his abilities openly or not. The one about seeing the thoughts of others... Artful knew changelings had something quite similar, and apparently Wild could get into a bit of a loop when his own emotions combined with emotions of someone who’s close, and then they would simply grow in intensity until Wild was overwhelmed. To be entirely truthful, Artful thought that making Wild feel pleasure more intensely was not a bad thing, at least to a point. If Artful was told to stop, he would, just like he had to do once already the day before.

Speaking of intensity, Artful was surprised to learn just how willing Wild was to become physically close with Artful. It was as if a switch was flipped, and Wild turned from someone who didn’t appreciate even a light nudge to someone who thirsted for physical touch. He had been generous with kisses and nuzzles, and he readily went into sex too. Perhaps... perhaps, all Wild was waiting for was a person he felt safe with, a person whom he could touch without fear. Artful couldn't help but smile at the thought that Wild chose him for this. Wild’s openness to receiving attention from Artful definitely made something flutter inside of him.

Artful stretched on the bed, finding it empty and only slightly warm from where Wild had lay. Artful got up from the bed and checked his feathers - it appeared he would need to preen them a bit soon enough. However, first thing first, he needed to take a nice morning shower. He walked out of the bedroom and immediately spotted that the bathroom door was, once again, ajar. He wondered if he would walk into an odd situation again, but all he could hear coming from the bathroom was quiet humming. He approached slowly, making his steps deliberately louder just in case. To his surprise, Wild’s magical hand appeared and pushed the door more open. Artful made his way to it and peeked inside. Wild was there, standing in front of the sink and the mirror, brushing his teeth. His eyes met Artful’s in the reflection, and he took the toothbrush out of his mouth.

“Come in,” he invited, the corners of his mouth lifted up in a smile.

Artful entered the bathroom, didn’t bother closing the door, and walked up to Wild and gave him a nuzzle on the neck.

“Good morning,” he said as Wild did his best to return the nuzzle, ending up dripping some toothpaste mixed with saliva on Artful. Artful giggled a bit even as Wild immediately wiped it clean.

“Sorry,” he said shyly, “And... good morning.”

Artful went to the toilet to relieve himself first while Wild continued brushing his teeth.

“Can you turn the shower on, please?” Artful requested. A moment later, Wild did as asked, the bathroom filling with the noise of rushing water, “Thank you.”

Wild hummed positively in response. As Artful did his business, he couldn’t help but notice how relaxed Wild was, as if all the tension he had carried with himself was gone. Now, without physical scars visible, and without that stiffness he had carried, he seemed... younger, somehow. Or perhaps simply closer to his real age. Artful knew that foals who had experienced trauma tended to seem more adult, and his heart ached for Wild, and he understood. Perhaps he couldn’t claim that he understood all of it or even most of it, but he could certainly emphasize, and he would freely offer his empathy to Wild without hesitation.

Artful flushed the toilet and went into the shower. He closed his eyes and allowed the water to wash all over him, from head to hooves. He had found that the water was just the right temperature, warm and pleasant, and he sighed in pleasure. It was then when Wild finished brushing his teeth and glanced at him. His eyes then went down, and Artful saw the very moment he spotted the morning wood. Something flashed in Wild’s eyes, and it made Artful’s cheeks heat up.

Out of the two of them, Artful was not a mind reader yet he could see exactly where Wild’s thoughts went.

***

“Do you want me... to help you with that?” Wild asked, blushing. From where Artful was, he couldn’t see whether Wild was erect or not.

“If you want,” Artful replied playfully.

“Yes, I want,” Wild said, then stepped under the shower and closed the distance between him and Artful.

Wild brought his head forward, and Artful met him halfway, and the two shared a sloppy, wet kiss, full of tongue play, hearing each other moan quietly. It was then when Artful felt a light touch on his cock, and he recognized it as Wild’s magic. It brought back the memories of the last time they had sex, and Wild’s magic had been a nice addition to Wild’s mouth then.

A gentle magical hand went from the head to the base, then a second joined, and Artful moaned into Wild’s mouth. Wild then guided Artful to sit down, and now the two of them were pressed side by side. Wild separated from Artful, his mouth showering his face and neck with soft yet lustful kisses even as a third hand joined to the other two, focusing on Artful’s balls. Artful moaned and groaned, lost to the pleasure as Wild took care of him.

“Ah fuck...” Artful vocalized, and then a fourth hand joined, rubbing on the head. Artful had never felt anything even close to it before. Perhaps it was just a benefit of dating a unicorn.

Wild’s face was in his view again, and the two shared yet another sloppy kiss, their hot breaths combining even as Artful breathed harder. He knew he would not last much longer as the onslaught of pleasure continued, with Wild’s magical hands all over his cock, leaving nothing unattended.

“I’m so c-close...” Artful managed to say, only for Wild to slightly up the intensity.

“Good,” he said, his voice sending shivers down Artful’s spine, “I want you to cum. I want to... to hear your moans.”

Artful did not need to be told twice, and so he allowed himself to moan louder and longer. Wild was all over Artful’s lower jaw and neck, planting kisses upon kisses.

Artful let out a loud moan and the first spurt of cum shot out of his cock. Wild’s mouth then locked on his, and Artful moaned into his lover as the second spurt, then the third, and then the fourth came, his hips buckling in pleasure he had not experienced before. After the fifth one, it all tapered off, with his cock twitching and leaking the rest of the cum, his breath harsh and heavy, and Wild had to separate from Artful to allow him to breathe properly.

“F-fuck, Wild...” he managed to say, panting, half-collapsed. He watched as his semen went down the drain, and then his eyes found Wild’s satisfied and very smug expression, “You are amazing...”

***

Artful had to be honest, he had never before experienced such a strong orgasm. When Wild sucked him off the day before, it was strong, but not quite like what happened this day. Wild certainly had a talent for pleasure with his magic.

Wild lay down next to Artful, belly up, allowing him to see everything, making Artful lick his lips even as he still recovered from the intense orgasm.

“Give me... a moment, and I will... return the favor,” he said, still having trouble calming down, “Oh fuck... you left me a mess...”

“Take all the time you need,” Wild said, planting a kiss on Artful’s cheek, “I can... get myself off if you don’t want to.”

“I want to,” Artful said, “Just, yeah... a minute of rest. Fuck, Wild... you’re so good.”

“I... do my best,” he said shyly, “I love... giving pleasure to you,” he gave another kiss.

“And you are... alright with all that?” Artful asked, needing to be sure, “You told me you... had some, mm... problems with sex.”

“...not with you,” Wild said after a brief moment of thinking, “I thought it would be... not good, but... with you, I feel... free. I am not... having problems,” he paused, “I want you. I really want you. You are good. You make me feel... good,” he blushed, “And not just in sex. You are good... all over. Overall. I... I trust you.”

Artful gave him a nuzzle and a loving kiss.

“I... discovered I want this,” Wild continued, “I want this... intimacy. I thought I would be afraid, but... I am not. I want it all. I am glad... I am glad I decided to say yes to you. You are wonderful.”

“Oh, thank you,” Artful replied, his voice soft, his heart fluttering and warm. Then he had an idea, “Now, I can’t do magic like you can, but... There is one thing I want to try. But... we should have a bed.”

“Alright,” Wild nodded, “So... we finish shower, then go to bedroom?”

“Yeah.”

The two got up and, together, washed themselves. Wild offered to help Artful, and he allowed it. Tentatively, Wild used some soap and a brush on Artful’s back, working along the spine, around and under the wings, and Artful guided him. With time and effort, Wild got Artful clean, and then the pegasus returned the favor, using a sponge to wash Wild’s back. Wild, of course, didn’t exactly need Artful’s assistance, but he was grateful for it nevertheless.

Once the two were ready, Wild turned off the water, and then used a quick spell to make both himself and Artful dry in an instant.

“Wow, that’s awesome!” Artful told him with a smile.

“I am... learning,” Wild said. Both of them looked quite fluffy because of the spell too, which made Artful squeal in joy, and Wild blushed heavily, mumbling something under his breath.

The two exited the bathroom side by side and, as they exchanged small kisses, went to the bedroom. Artful signaled for Wild to stay off the bed while he climbed on top of it. He then lay down and rolled around until he was lying belly up with his head almost hanging off the edge of the bed. He adjusted his position until there was no strain on his neck, and smiled at Wild’s now-upside-down puzzled expression.

“Fuck my face,” Artful said and licked his lips.

***

Wild hesitantly approached, his mind working on figuring it out. Artful’s head was pretty much on the perfect level for Wild to put his cock into the pegasus’ mouth, but... was he just supposed to thrust into it? Rock back and forth and all that? Would that not possibly hurt Artful?

“It will be fine,” Artful assured him, “I will tap you on the side if anything happens, okay?”

“Okay,” Wild said, and then positioned himself half on top of the bed, his front hooves on either side of Artful, and his erection was right in front of Artful’s face. He couldn’t see it anymore, of course, but he could feel Artful’s breath brushing past it. He slowly inched forward until Artful’s mouth captured the head of his cock, making him let out a moan.

Wild carefully moved forward, more of his cock disappearing into Artful’s willing mouth. Artful was not idle either, using his tongue to add to the pleasure. Once Wild found a position where he could thrust comfortably, he slowly did so until Artful’s muzzle pressed against his balls. Artful moaned, and Wild moaned in turn. He pulled back, then thrust forward again. Hearing no protest from Artful and not feeling their stop signal, Wild grew bolder, going back and forth at a steady rhythm, feeling the wetness and warmth of Artful’s mouth in full.

Wild thrust in and out, forward and back, fully enjoying it, wondering if, someday, using Artful’s butt would feel similar. His pleasure mounted higher and higher, and he didn’t think he would last particularly long at this pace, yet he did not wish to slow down unless Artful asked him to. He fucked his mouth, feeling his balls almost slap against Artful’s muzzle, feeling his hot breath come out his nostrils and brush his balls. Artful moaned from below him too, and each moan added to Wild’s approaching orgasm. Artful continued using his tongue, and his mouth was so tight around Wild’s cock it pulled, very pleasantly so.

“I am... close,” Wild grunted, and received a positive hum from Artful in return. Feeling it closer and closer, he increased his pace almost subconsciously, and soon it was upon him.

With one loud moan, he thrust the deepest he could, almost pushing Artful, and came deep down his throat. He felt his legs twitching, and he pulled slightly before slamming back in as Artful worked his mouth to get the most out of him. Finally, Wild was spent, and so he pulled out and allowed himself to fall on the floor, breathless. His thighs, now that he noticed, were pleasantly burning. It felt like good exercise, and it was immediately put on top of Wild’s personal favorite types of exercise.

Artful licked his lips and swallowed, then rolled over until he was lying on his belly.

***

“That was amazing, huh?” he asked, warmth in his voice, which, surprisingly to Wild, was not at all affected by what Wild did to his mouth and throat.

“...Yes,” Wild said breathlessly, “I... enjoyed it. A lot,” he paused, then added thoughtfully, “Did you?”

“Yes, very much,” Artful admitted, “Hearing you, feeling you... It was good.”

The two then remained in content silence for a short while. Wild recovered, the burning in his thighs from the activity ceasing, and Artful simply patiently waited for him. Once Wild recovered, he got up, and Artful followed.

“This is... an amazing morning,” Wild said, nuzzling Artful, “I... I will like something like that every day. If... if you want.”

“I wouldn’t mind,” Artful admitted, “Your hands are...” he blushed, “They are excellent. And, um...”

“Your mouth is good too,” Wild said somewhat awkwardly, but he certainly meant it, and Artful giggled at the way he said it. In turn, Wild chuckled, recognizing the humor of the situation. He had never expected sex to be so... oddly awkward, yet also wholesome.

Wild, as many young people did, watched porn, and what he remembered from it wasn't really the experience he had just had. There was a surprising amount of words exchanged, and the whole activity was more tiring than he expected it to be. It also went rather quickly, which almost made him feel disappointment and frustration, but those feelings went away once he remembered that Artful didn't last all that long either, plus Artful didn't complain about the length of time either. Perhaps, in the future, the two of them would figure out ways to draw out the pleasure, but for now, Wild recognized that the two of them wanted to try things out quickly, to see what was good and what wasn't before they truly committed to anything. Wild didn't have anything to complain about so far, and he felt that neither did Artful.

“Anyway, I am hungry,” Artful said, “You know, um, some sex novels say that what you did is, ah, feeding me, but, well, you still gotta eat some actual food,” he smiled sheepishly, “That... sounded better in my head.”

Wild simply nuzzled him even as he suppressed a laugh, and then the two went to clean themselves up a bit and, finally, headed out of the dormitory to the cafeteria. Without a single doubt, breakfast was in full swing by that point, and both of them could certainly do with grabbing a bite or two. They walked side by side, bright and happy, and even Wild allowed himself to smile as he walked.

If that was how mornings would go from then on, he would not mind at all.