...What, that's the best title I could come up with, okay?
Author's Note
NOTE: This is not a story that features a lot of sex! This is mostly a story that features snuggling, loving words, and other such things after sex!
With that out of the way, I will admit that I haven't written a lot of sexual content before, so this is definitely something of an experiment! Please let me know what you think of it--all constructive feedback is welcome!
I hope you enjoy! ^w^
...What, that's the best title I could come up with, okay?
Sweet Celestia.
The air being moved around by the ceiling fan twirling above felt like heaven on Rarity’s body. The mare was practically drenched in sweat, her once well-kept mane and tail having been reduced to tattered, tangled messes that would surely take hours of work to restore. Placing a hand to her forehead, Rarity could not help but allow a small groan to escape from her lips; the searing hot skin that could be felt underneath her thin layer of fur would have been enough to convince her that she had developed a fever in normal times.
But this was not a normal time. That much was evidenced by the comforter hanging off of her bed, and the articles of clothing strewn about the floor. On any other occasion, Rarity would have been aghast at the uncleanliness of her bedroom… but, right now, as her eyes flitted about what parts of it she could see, the mare could only smile.
Tonight had been nothing short of incredible.
“Well Rares… Ah’ve been on a couple o’ rodeos before, but Ah don’t think Ah’ve ever had anythin’ quite like that…”
Applejack’s familiar, comforting drawl was like a sweet melody to Rarity’s ears. A smile tugged at the unicorn’s lips as she turned her head to face her lover, adoration and mischief in her eyes. “You flatter me, darling,” she said with a titter. “You weren’t so bad yourself~”
Applejack snorted, shaking her head with a chuckle. “As if Ah didn’t just rock your world… Ah’ll bet ya’ can’t even stand!”
“Mmmmh… perhaps,” Rarity giggled, brushing a lock of violet hair out from in front of her eyes. She loved every bit of this–lying in bed with someone she loved, bantering with them after they had just gotten finished ravaging each other. The snow-colored unicorn could feel the beginnings of what was sure to be a legendary soreness in her loins, something that was only made even more pronounced as she struggled to roll over onto her side. “But I’ll bet I rocked yours just as much~”
Applejack smiled, grunting as she rolled over onto her own side in tandem with her lover. “No doubt about it, hun… no doubt about it.” As the two mares now lay facing each other, the peaks of their breasts touched, eliciting the same little tingles of pleasure that had coursed through them both mere moments ago. “Ah’ve gotta say… ‘fore now, Ah didn’t think Ah’d have so much fun with another mare.”
“Tell me about it, darling,” Rarity laughed quietly. “All my life, I’ve been looking for my Prince Charming… but I’m beginning to think that I should’ve been looking for someone else, instead.”
“Beginnin’?” Applejack laughed. “Sweetheart, Ah think that ship sailed the moment ya’ kissed me on the couch downstairs, if not a few months ago when we started our weekly little visits with each other.”
“Perhaaaaaaps…” Rarity blushed, placing a hand to her lips in mild embarrassment.
Silence then fell over the two lovers. Their eyes could focus on nothing but each other–their attention on nothing but the closeness between them. With every inhale one of them took, the other would exhale, and with every exhale, the other would inhale. It was almost as though they were giving life to each other–life, and a bliss that in that moment seemed unshakable.
Before too long, what little distance remained between them began to close. Their breasts smushed into each other, eliciting little giggles from both mares as their hands began to explore. Rarity wasted no time in running her fingers down to Applejack’s hips, those wide, supple hills being nothing short of magical to feel and grope and squeeze. Applejack, meanwhile, allowed her hands to roam just a bit further, quickly finding the unicorn’s pert butt, and cupping one of its cheeks. A small gasp escaped from Rarity’s lips as she felt the hands on her rear, giggling and murmuring something about a ‘perverted brute.’
Applejack, for her part, seemed to take this as a compliment. Her hands became ever more adventurous, roving around her mare’s ass with considerable enthusiasm. She parted her cheeks, squeezed them together, pushed them up, and pressed them down. Her fingers danced all along the length of Rarity’s perfect cushions, drawing forth squeaks of approval from the unicorn. “You’re mine, now, sugarcube…” Applejack purred as she pressed her forehead into Rarity’s. “Every little bit of ya’... ain’t nopony else who gets to call ya’ their own…”
“Yes, darling…” Rarity crooned as her eyes fluttered closed, her back arching as Applejack–her Applejack–showed her how much she loved her. “Yours… I’m yours…”
“That’s right…” Applejack breathed. “Say it again…”
Rarity smiled. “Yours, darling… I’m yours…”
Raising one of her hands, Applejack then brought it down with a sharp smack on Rarity’s tush, making it jiggle for just a moment before it returned to a state of stillness. “And don’t you forget it, hun… Ah love you…”
Rarity gasped at the sensation–but felt no pain. All there was was pleasure… a beautiful, swirling bliss that filled the space between them, and the room around them. “I love you too, darling…” she confessed with a happy smile. “So… so much…”
And such was the order of things for the rest of the night. The two mares shared in each other’s touches, kisses, and gazes of loving adoration, sighing and moaning as their legs intertwined, and their foreheads touched once more. As they rested their tired bodies with each other, a wonderful, serene happiness overtook them–a happiness that could come from nothing else but love.
…Well, Rarity was also fairly certain that the sex they had just had also had something to do with it. But hey, that had been born of love too–so same thing!
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Somewhere, far off to the North… a certain Princess was jolted awake. A sensation that was nigh-indescribable encompassed her form, her eyebrows knitting themselves together as she stared at the sheets that covered her legs.
Stirring somewhat, her husband blearily blinked his eyes open, peering at the sitting form of his wife with confusion. “...Honey?” he murbled. “Everything okay? Did you have a bad dream?”
“I feel a disturbance in the force,” she said dramatically.
The stallion sat up, rubbing his eyes before looking at her with confusion. “...What? What do you… huh?”
“My predictions,” the mare said in a low tone. “They were…”
Suddenly, her eyes lit up. A smile rapidly formed on her lips. Her hands clasped together in excitement. “...CORRECT!!”
“Cadence… do you ever think that you invest yourself too heavily into the love lives of other ponies?” the tired form of Shining Armor chuckled as he flumped back down into bed.
“Oh shut it, you,” Cadence giggled. “Who’s the Princess of Love around here? HMM?”
“Gee, I wonder…” Shining murmured with a sarcastic grin… before being stricken with a pillow. A small grunt escaped him, the stallion looking back up at his wife with a faux-betrayed gaze.
With a cheeky, satisfied grin, Princess Cadence lay back down. “Wonder no more, goofball…” she said before snaking her arms around him, and shortly thereafter, falling back asleep.
