Insomnia Most Pleasant

“Chamomile? Check! Lavender? Just a sprinkle. I’ll dust and wash the other cup for you while the water warms. Passionf—”

Her monologue interrupted, Izzy craned her neck to find Sunny’s muzzle once again working her withers.

“Passion? Passion fruit? Passion for you.” Sunny asked, suddenly aware she had Izzy’s attention again.

“No, passionflower,” Izzy replied, “This tea should pack a—Wait? What about me?”

Courage. Courage, Sunny, she thought as she inhaled at Izzy’s withers again.

“Your, your…” Sunny’s voice trailed as her internal voice pondered whether what she wanted to say would force Izzy back to believing the Earth Pony Danger PSAs she was undoubtedly subjected to as a filly.

“Your scent makes me want to do things I’ve never done with another mare before,” she finally admitted.

“Oh! Like croquet?” asked Izzy.

“No,” Sunny said with a relieved smile as she spun around.

The meaning of Sunny’s hiked tail was unmistakable. Izzy’s nethers warmed in response to the sight. Sunny more than merely echoed Izzy’s fleeting thoughts; she had ruminated on them in a wholehearted embrace.

“Did I come on too strong?” Asked Sunny.

She looked back to find Izzy giving that goofy grin ponies make when asking if the other is in lust.

Izzy finished her Flehmen. Her reply was muted while she trotted over to the cabinet under the nightstand.

“You have the best ideas for celebrations,” she answered before filling her mouth with the handle of a large bag of raspberry leaves.

Sunny watched as Izzy dragged the bag over to the sink and began to heap leaves onto the pile to be steeped. An equal measure of raspberry leaves to compliment the passionflower and lavender mixture. Unicorn movements were graceful, even Izzy dragging a heavy bag.

“Celebrations?” asked a puzzled Sunny.

“You know, what we will do tomorrow after the crystals are united and magic is restored,” said Izzy.

“But, but my body wants it now. I want you tonight. Where tomorrow leads, as you’d say, is a big question mark. I don't—”

Shrill kettle whistling cut off further expressions of doubt.

“Let’s give this a minute to cool. Oh! Your luminescence is fluctuating widely. Anyway, as I’m sure you’ve noticed, the rest of us unicorns are a sleepy lot, but not sleepy in that way. We need to rest up to keep in character tomorrow. Has it been a minute?”

Izzy paused to check her clock.

“Only used twenty-three seconds? This tea should knock us both out for the night half an hour after we enjoy it. If the tea doesn’t work, please have your way with me.”

Sunny would have noticed that the kettle had only cooled for thirty-six seconds. Instead, Izzy’s wiggling unicorn butt caught her attention as she shook her pesky tail to the side.

“Woah. You mean it,” said Sunny.

“I told you earlier: I’ve got your back. Speaking of, you’ve got a tuft on your back I’ll handle after starting the steep.”

Izzy proceeded to pour the boiling kettle into a tower of twisted tubes above the teapot. Sunny watched as steam rose from the various vents and a trickle of tinted water dribbled from the base into the teapot.

Windows closed? Check, thought Izzy before she stood face-to-face with Sunny.

“It’s a classically forbidden technique,” she explained. Her voice then dropped to a whisper, “It’s the closest we can get to using the M-word.” Izzy reared; her voice regained its usual chipper strength. “Now watch this!” She said as she placed her hoof on a plunger.

Jets of steam flew from the openings where it had lazily drifted earlier. Hissing and a low-pitched whirr, almost to the register of a rumble, filled the air as Izzy’s hoof slowly descended. Once her hoof had bottomed out, the audiovisual spectacle ceased. Calm returned to the room. Izzy’s other hoof pressed on a small lever, causing a gentle tinkle as the tea flowed into the pot.

“Ta-da! It’s already safe to drink,” Izzy bragged as she poured the teapot into her cup.

Sunny’s teacup and Izzy’s napkin made a tight embrace as Izzy dusted and rinsed the prettiest of her guest teacups. Tea flowed freely from the pot to the cups as the two mares enjoyed the herbal knockout punch.

Izzy collected the drained teacups, then stood beside Sunny.

“I want to preview with you,” Izzy started. “Preview a kiss.”

“…however?” Concluded Sunny.

“Doing that, it risks disrupting the tea,” Izzy answered. “We should sleep on separate sides of the bed, at least to start.”

Mildly disappointed, Sunny followed Izzy to bed.

Steamy moist horse breath filled Sunny’s nostrils. Welcome relief relaxed her body. The tea had made her foggy, but her mind never stopped racing over nothing on repeat. Insomniac Izzy meant an end to Sunny’s boredom.

Muzzle-to-muzzle, the mares shared breath. Breaking the moment, Izzy licked Sunny’s muzzle between the nostrils. Sunny returned the favor the best she could, rubbing the velvet of their noses together. Heartbeats raced while breathing slowed. Izzy pulled back to lick Sunny’s lip, but Sunny stuck her own tongue out to meet Izzy’s mid-air. Giddy nickers rose from the mares.

“Do you want to help me try lovemaking with a mare?” Asked Sunny.

“I don’t remember if I told you this, but you’d be my first mare, too,” Izzy reminded Sunny. “I think I know what to do after reading that book by my bed so many times.”

“The book with the big index where each entry has marks to indicate what kind of ponies it works with?”

“Yes, that’s the one.”

Sunny rolled out from under Izzy’s hooves to reach the bedstand. Rather than toss and turn until it was time to declare futility and wake Izzy, she had flipped through the nearest book. Luckily, it was a mare’s mating manual. It was left open to the page that most inspired Sunny to roll back and hoof herself to attempt relaxation.

“Does this show with I think it shows?” She questioned.

Izzy glanced down, then grabbed her glasses from the other side of the stand. “Eww!” she snapped.

“Sorry, I mean let’s not do that,” clarified Izzy. “Ever since I got heats, I’ve wondered if earth ponies enjoyed sex as much as unicorns loved mating. Let’s do something better for an earth pony and a unicorn, both mares. Can you hang your tail over the bed and spread your legs?”

Sunny knew what would happen next. Her marehood winked in excitement. Who cares if some leaked onto the bed?

Lie on back with tail draped over, done, she thought. Her legs spread naturally from gravity.

For her part, Izzy had hopped off the bed and watched the Sunny show. There it was: Sunny’s ponut, dangly loop, and winker. From the looks of it, she had been in heat this whole time. Tea or no tea, her dock and vulva were a sweet-smelling sticky mess.

“Careful where you point that thing!” Sunny’s cry interrupted Izzy’s examination.

“I need to get you properly lubed up first,” replied Izzy, “you can trust me.”

Sunny watched as Izzy carefully arched her neck to lower her head. Nervous energy filled Sunny’s downstairs as she repeatedly winked her clit at the hopeful thought something would go wrong. Something squirted out of her on a hard wink when Izzy’s horn tip teased her teats. Horn teasing teats, tongue teasing folds. Her arousal and nickers only grew as she made a Flehmen to smell her own excitement.

Izzy’s heart beat faster as she pulled her horn away to reach a more comfortable angle. No more hesitation. Time to have her first time with a mare. Izzy’s front canons rested on the bed to stabilize Sunny by her flanks. Did Sunny still smell a bit sweaty from the pull? For Izzy, it only made her more enticing. Hardworking earth pony sweat to compliment a mare’s natural aroma of hay mixed with green tea. Green tea with a hint of lavender, too. Taste-wise, it was just the hay and tea. None of the salt expected from sweat. Sunny’s toned muscles squeezed Izzy’s tongue into strange shapes with each wink. Taste of tea, smell of sweat: Izzy was in heaven.

Heaven right until she remembered what to try. She rubbed her nostrils tight against Sunny’s entrance as if she hoped to fuck Sunny with her whole face. When Izzy stopped to catch her breath, she was pleased with how successful her mission had been. Sunny’s unique lavender hay scent lingered with each breath Izzy inhaled.

“Can you stay balanced?” Izzy asked.

“Sure,” replied her new ~~friend~~ lover.

“I’m going to point my horn at you. Can you stay calm while I carefully point it inside you?”

Sunny gasped, then nodded. Of course that’s the special treat for a unicorn, she thought. Who knew they could be so arousing?

Izzy lowered her forehooves to the floor and her head to the vertical. She carefully checked her angle, even re-raising a hoof to feel Sunny’s folds to locate the interior hole. One step forward. Very slight resistance against the horn tip. Mild adjustments. Another step. No pressure against the tip, weight pressing her head slightly down. No orgasmic noises from Sunny. Step three. Was that a small moan she heard? Hilted. Now this is the feeling the manual promised Izzy. She felt herself wink and heard the faintest sound of a drip on the floor. Drip and the shower running. Somepony must have taken her up on the offer. Sunny’s wink against the base of her horn returned Izzy to the bliss of intimate mare flesh massaging her scalp.

Nonetheless, there was no orgasm forthcoming from Sunny. Reluctantly, Izzy pulled out inch by inch, hearing only the occasional gasp from her ~~lover~~ new best friend.

“It didn’t work,” lamented Izzy.

Sunny agreed.

Izzy continued, “It’s supposed to be a bonding of our essences. What’s mine is yours and your pleasure becomes mine. Instead, I—wait. This needs magic. I’m sure of it.”

Returning to her prior task, Izzy dove her muzzle along Sunny’s muff with renewed vigor. The least she could do is bodily thank Sunny for her time and trust. Thank her and get that delicious taste all over her tongue. Delicious—snort! cough!

Sunny was far more wound up than Izzy expected. Izzy again snorted the orgasmic juice out of her nostrils and tried to catch the runoff from her muzzle with her tongue.

“Sunny, I have a different position I’d like you to try with me. Grab this,” Izzy said as she grabbed a tangle of straps off a pegboard.

Before Sunny could attempt to put it on, Izzy interrupted her.

“One more thing,” she said while searching a shelf on the other side of the bed from the pegboard before handing Sunny a large black dildo.

Once presented with the final piece, Sunny quickly figured out how to untangle the straps and re-tangle them on her legs.

“Want me to just go for it?” She asked.

“If you don’t want to get a taste first,” teased Izzy.

Unicorn logic once again proved its worth. Sunny’s heart raced in excitement as her face closed in on Izzy’s raised tail. First time with a mare? Why did she smell so similar? Just like me but better, she thought. Licking must be the next step.

The first lick dispelled contemplative thought. Izzy tasted as she smelled. Like a mare, it was tea with hay downstairs. Unicorns proved no exception. Her entrance was already quite slick from her arousal while eating Sunny out. If only Izzy didn’t find that diagram so gross, she could fully let go. Sunny discovered that one understated advantage of focusing on the clit was that it kept the ponut well above the nostrils; focusing on the whole slit rested the ponut on her muzzle at the top.

Assuming her partner was sufficiently warmed up, Sunny reared to do her stallion’s duty. Two firsts in a day: first mare and first time acting as a stallion. Unbeknownst to her, her cock prodded her lover’s ponut.

“Careful where you point that thing!” Interjected Izzy.

Sunny’s apology took the form of angular adjustments.

“Woah, it sounds like you’re pounding me hard from the future,” observed Izzy to a confused Sunny. “Pound me hard and fast. Don’t worry about the sounds.”

Sunny slowly prodded forward this time.

“Nope, not there, either. A little higher.”

The third time was Sunny’s charm. She slid right in. Izzy was prudent to warn about those noises. Sunny was prudent to lick Izzy to full arousal earlier. If nothing else, it spread the slickness over her entire marehood.

“Wow. Oh, wow. You had no idea what you were doing, just like a real stallion!”

Sunny was unsure how to take Izzy’s compliment other than to keep thrusting away.

“Just keep go—ah!—going. I don’t mind if you work yourself sweaty.”

That was all the instruction Sunny needed. The accumulated shared sweat where Sunny’s barrel met Izzy’s back only increased Sunny’s drive to finish off her friend and dismount. With just the right—

Yes! Thought Sunny as she achieved perfect timing. Izzy’s horn was successfully licked. Unfortunately, it was not an instant orgasm button. In fact, Izzy didn’t notice at all.

Just keep going. Being a stallion is hard work. Sunny kept thrusting away.

“Almost!”

Sunny squeezed her forelegs far too tight behind Izzy’s shoulders, pounded her prosthesis until suddenly her teats were soaked, then heard heavy breathing.

“G, glad that wasn’t on my bed.”

Sunny dismounted and felt the rubber appendage bounce against her barrel. Izzy caught her breath before pressing some connections in the straps to make the entire contraption fall free from Sunny’s legs and onto the floor in a single drop. The two mares wordlessly agreed to spend the night cuddled face-to-face.

In the morning, Izzy led the way into the bathroom as promised. Sunny watched as she pulled the shower curtain the rest of the way back before she squinted to gaze at the mounted dildo.

“That’s not where I left you,” she uttered.