Harnessing the Sun

Harness couldn’t remember the trip to her bedroom. She was pretty sure she’d walked on her own, but she was also pretty sure she’d made that walk backwards — lips locked on Sunbeam’s, hoof fumbling behind her for the knob, Sunbeam standing her up on her hinds again and lifting her against the doorframe and nearly talking her without words into forgoing the bed entirely.

But in the end, they made it inside, and even got the door closed behind them. Probably the responsible thing to do. Sparkle might sleep like the dead, but sometimes the dead could rise anyway.

She forced their heads apart just long enough to navigate them towards the bed, neatly made and plenty big enough for two. Her hocks bumped against the mattress, then pressed into it, then slid up on top of it. She’d stopped at the contact, and Sunbeam had kept going, guiding — pushing — her down onto her back with one hoof cradling her head and the other firm against her chest. If she hadn’t basically already done it, she might’ve swooned.

Sunbeam hovered over her for a moment — forehooves braced by her shoulders, violet mane dangling over his shoulder and tickling against her collarbone — then descended, capturing her mouth in his, sucking the air from her lungs and swirling his tongue around hers once he’d drawn it commandingly between his teeth. Harness thought about grabbing hold of his head, kissing him deeper, and it was at that moment he moved his head down and latched onto her neck beneath her chin again, nibbling and licking, growling softly at each tiny groan that vibrated in her throat.

Then he was kissing her collarbone, her sternum, the flexing crest of her abdomen that twitched each time his lips lustily touched down. When he reached her navel, she slipped her bottom lip between her teeth as sparks shot through her core. When he glanced up from her pelvis, she scooted a bit further onto the bed, spread her hinds, and nudged her forehoof against his head in a silent command: down, boy.

Sunbeam shut his eyes, lowered his head, and turned sparks into arcs of electricity as he pressed his lips to hers and speared his tongue inside her. Her lungs emptied with a huff, then refilled with a gasp, then slowly deflated with a lingering, unbridled groan, and all the while Sunbeam’s lips rasped and tongue wriggled and, stars, were those his hooves wrapping around her thighs? And then tugging her legs further apart, angling her pussy into his mouth so he could purse his lips and drag his tongue up and press it flat and hard against her–

Harness didn’t groan this time — she shouted, and squealed, and almost bucked Sunbeam off of her as he smothered her clitoris, switching between the flat and tip of his tongue, fluttering up and down until he felt her shudder and then circling until he felt her hooves clenching at clumps of his mane. She wasn’t a complete novice at this sort of thing, but she’d kind of assumed Sunbeam was. She couldn’t possibly have been more thoroughly, wonderfully wrong.

Time stopped and the world fell away, and he played her like an instrument with firm flicks of his tongue and squeezes from his hooves, tiny pinches and pokes and self-indulgent suckles that drew forth atonal notes of ever-rising delight. She’d been riled up before. Now she was shaking with need, clenching thoughtlessly around his head and between his lips, panting and squirming and begging for him to keep going, don’t stop, rightthererightthereohstarsabovefuck—

Lightning seared up her spine and squeezed the breath from her lungs, prickled through her limbs and spilled out of her marehood in mind-erasing throbs. Sunbeam kept playing through her climax, her essence smeared on his cheeks and dribbling down his chin, jaw hard and tongue working until it was all she could do to just moan instead of scream.

Even his very best efforts could only extend her ecstasy so long, though. As she felt the bed rise up beneath her, rumpled against her spine and damp between her trembling legs, she forced her head up and saw satisfaction radiating out of Sunbeam’s gorgeous green eyes.

“Where…” Harness wheezed, swallowing hard and twitching again as Sunbeam gently kissed each of her thighs right at their stickiest points. “Where’d you learn to do that?”

Sunbeam chuckled, and the puff of air from his nose tingled against Harness’s lower lips and sent static rolling through her belly. “You don’t wanna know,” he murmured up to her.

Harness laughed too — actually, it was more of a goofy, drunken giggle. “Well, now you have to tell me,” she said, stroking her forehoof against the side of Sunbeam’s head.

Sunbeam’s eyes flicked up to meet hers, then rolled towards the ceiling in thought. “Remember a few years ago?” he said after a moment. “Those ponies who used to live in the hills north of the Cape?”

Harness did remember, and the memory made her brow furrow. “Wait, the commune? The ones that set all those fires at MareSoft?”

“Allegedly. And it wasn’t really a commune. More like a really intense polycule.”

Harness blinked, and Sunbeam blinked back at her. “You’re right,” she muttered. “I didn’t wanna know.”

“Told you so,” Sunbeam muttered back, though he finished the quip with a smile and a kiss that turned into a decadent lick from the bottom to the top of her saturated slit. He didn’t stop there either, and before long Harness had gone from shivering to writhing at every touch of Sunbeam’s tongue against her oversensitive folds.

It wasn’t that she wanted him to stop. Honestly, a part of her would’ve been fine to let him stay down there for the rest of the night or until she died of dehydration, whichever — probably the latter, at this rate — came first. But damn it all, her first climax had cleaned most of the sticky, horny cobwebs out of her brain, and the memory of how she’d gotten Sunbeam into her bedroom to begin with had wormed its way back to the front of her mind.

“H-Hey,” Harness sighed, failing to get Sunbeam’s attention until she rubbed her forehoof over his ear and gently tugged his snout up a few inches. “Hey, c’mere.”

He assented without so much as a disappointed sigh, crawling up her body and pausing only briefly to get his hind legs up onto the bed. His stallionhood came up with him, dark and bobbing and visibly rock-hard beneath his belly, but he kept it hoisted away from her even as he came to a stop above her, head positioned perfectly for a kiss that he didn’t yet give her.

He was still hesitant — still trying to let her drive, instead of taking what he wanted. That wouldn’t do at all. She was going to have to force the issue again.

“Hey there, stud,” she crooned, craning her neck up to kiss him and tasting herself, tangy and thick, on his lips. In the same motion, she worked a forehoof underneath him and stroked it along the underside of his cock, drawing a satisfied hiss from his nose which he still refused to let blossom into a groan.

“Hey yourself,” he softly replied once her head settled back onto the bedspread. “You all right?”

“That depends,” Harness told him. She stroked a bit faster — let her hoof linger briefly at his head, so the little bead of precum at the tip could smear across her frog. “What would make you all right?”

“I’m doing fi–”

She moved her hoof up and pressed it to his mouth. “Uh-uh,” she said once she’d shushed him, shaking her head and smiling. “You’re very chivalrous. A-plus, five-star rating. Now what do you want?”

Sunbeam blinked and frowned. Between their torsos, his cock twitched. “I, um… c-can you, uh…”

“Nope. Don’t ask. Tell me what you want.”

His dick jumped again. He flicked his tongue over his lips, took a bracing breath, and finally ripped the filter all the way off.

“I want you to suck my cock,” he told her, in a husky tone that sent a delicious thrill down Harness’s spine.

“Good boy,” she whispered, kissing him once more. “Then I want to suck your cock too.”

Harness lifted both forehooves and braced them against Sunbeam’s shoulders. Relishing in each little hitch she heard in his suddenly haggard breathing, she guided him down onto the bed next to her and then over onto his back, until she was straddling his hind legs with his rigid length poking into her belly. She grinned down at him and stroked him with her frog again, and finally got a proper noise out of him: a pleasured grunt, paired with a pointed glance down at his cock and then up at her unoccupied mouth.

Still stroking, Harness backed herself down along Sunbeam’s body until his lips were level with the head of his dick. She started with a kiss, just a little peck around his tip and a tink flick of her tongue over its highest point, then wet her lips and slipped his head between them, spiraling her tongue around its bulbous ridge, letting her breath leave her nose as a series of satisfied hums.

She heard him groan again, felt his cock pulse against her palate, and then felt something on the back of her head: his hoof, firm and steady, holding her in place. Hums turned into happy groans as she started moving her head, inching farther and farther down his shaft with every stroke until his head bulged against her throat and tears prickled in the corners of her eyes.

Harness didn’t keep close track of the biggest dicks she’d ever seen, but Sunbeam’s wasn’t anywhere near the smallest, and every sensation it provided her — the softness of his skin, the salt of his sweat, the vibrating melody of moans from somewhere above her head — made her want to service and serve it in any way she could. Because it was his dick, sweet and sexy and confident Sunbeam, and he deserved it, and she wanted to be his right now the way he had just been hers.

When her head next lifted, she lingered at the motion’s apex for a moment, suckling and slurping on his tip, gazing luridly up his body towards his slackened jaw and screwed-shut eyes. She waited until his eyes opened, until she could see the primal hunger growing inside them, and then she sank back down his shaft all the way to the base, her eyes never leaving his as she swallowed his head and massaged it inside her airtight throat.

Her chin settled between his balls and her nose filled with his intoxicating scent, and suddenly his hoof gripped her head — held her there, gulping and gurgling, until she had to shut her eyes before they popped out of their sockets. After who knew how long, the pressure loosened, and Harness surfaced with a gasp and a single suppressed cough, drool dripping from her bottom lip and dangling from the shining tip of his rapidly flexing shaft. She steadied Sunbeam’s cock with her hoof again and shot him a bleary-eyed grin.

“Wanna know where I learned to do that?” she croaked.

Eyes lidded with lust, Sunbeam pressed his hoof to her head again, guiding her back down. “I just want you to keep doing it,” came his rumbling reply.

Harness obliged him with a lecherous purr and a wink, repositioning herself a bit so his cock had the path of least resistance through her lips and across her fluttering tongue. Once his head reached her throat again, he switched from pressing with his hoof to thrusting with his hips, gently at first and then with ever-increasing vigor until she was barely moving at all, just glk-ing and gagging and trying to keep a steady angle for him to hold her head with both hooves and fuck her face without restraint.

Somewhere in the middle of it all, she snuck a hoof underneath her so she could circle it shakily between her legs. She might’ve cum again at the same time he did, if he hadn’t stopped suddenly — his cockhead pulsating on her tongue, seconds from coating her throat with his seed — and pulled her off of him again. Now it was her turn to take ragged gasps for breath and watch her partner savor the sound.

“You… you were close…” she managed to wheeze.

He nodded in agreement. “Mm-hmm.”

“You don’t want to finish?”

He shook his head. “I’m not done with you yet.”

A full-body shudder rippled through Harness like an earthquake, and by the time her brain started working again, she was flat on her belly with her forehooves spread-eagled and Sunbeam looming above and behind her, one hoof between her shoulders and the other directing his cock to prod against her entrance. She shivered again, flared her hips, and lost what little breath she had left the moment she felt him slip — drive — ram his full length into her in a single barbaric stroke.

Never mind. She’d been wrong before. Sunbeam was the biggest she’d ever had, or at least he felt like it right now. Maybe it was the position, the angle, the power he put into every thrust and the years of yearning charged into each one. She didn’t know, or care, or need to think about it. She just needed this — him — more.

“Suuuun…” she moaned into the bedspread. “Oooooohfuuuuck…”

Sunbeam’s breath came in wild huffs, and his hips slammed against hers with loud, syrupy slaps, spreading her arousal across their thighs, more droplets splattering out of her with each rapid outward stroke and every powerful plunge back in. His hoof pressed harder on her spine, squeezing the breath from her lungs again, and she arched her back and gripped the mattress and went along for the ride as wave after wave of euphoria washed over her.

“Fu… fuck… Har… Harne…”

He got enough of her name out to get a mindless yelp in response, then moved his hoof from her back to her waist, not pushing anymore but pulling — lifting. Harness was turned onto her side, her leg stretched up onto Sunbeam’s chest at an angle that turned the waves in her belly into a swell like high tide, then roughly moved again. She was on her back now. Sunbeam loomed over her — stretched both her hinds over his shoulders — bent her double and pinned her forehooves and fucked her like he’d saved the world only so she’d belong to him within it.

She squeaked as he stretched her deepest parts, shuddered as he increased his pace, felt the wave cresting and cascading and crashing all over her body. She was incoherent, delirious, cumming again, gooseflesh rising and nerves singing and core contracting around his perfect, pistoning prick.

“Sun, I’m–” she started to moan — and then he growled, and hilted himself, and clamped his hoof over her mouth. Her heart skipped. Her eyes rolled back. She very nearly came all over again.

His hips moved as fast as he could move them, and her body molded to him without the slightest resistance, soft and soaked and squeezing every inch of him in her grasp. He clenched his teeth as his breath hitched. His legs shook as his muscles and tendons bulged.

“Close,” he grunted. “I’m…”

Harness spread her forehooves to brace herself, lifted her hips and hooked her hinds around the small of Sunbeam’s back. Words were beyond her, but the message came through. Inside. Don’t stop. I’m yours.

He hunched overtop of her, pressed her chin to her sweat-dappled forehead, and hilted himself in her again. Then she heard him moan, and she felt his shaft pulse and his head swell and heat spread through her center as he exploded inside her, jet after silky jet, until she was full and he kept going and his cum leaked out of her, smearing in little white streaks around her reddened lips.

He made a little noise each time his cock throbbed, a soft affectionate groan, and she whimpered and shook every time she heard it. Then, all at once, it was over. Her heartbeat slowed. His breathing steadied. They both blinked and looked at each other — and Sunbeam realized with a start that his hoof was still clamped over Harness’s mouth.

“S-Sorry,” he said as he released her, sounding a little frantic and a little more mortified. “That… I-I wasn’t really…”

Telling him to shut up was beyond her, but Harness got the message across. She slid her forehooves over his cheeks and kissed him, humming with contentment, tingling with warmth inside and out.

They were both a mess. She could feel her bangs plastered to her forehead, and see the damp rainbow streak in Sunbeam’s mane stuck to his own temple. She also saw — a second before he did — the ethereal glow suffusing the room, and the sources of that light sticking out of Sunbeam’s head and spine.

“Oh, for…” he muttered, twisting in place — and slipping out of her in the process, sending one last delightful spark flitting through Harness’s belly — to level a disgruntled stare at his magical appendages. “Now? Really?”

“Does this usually not happen?” Harness teased, stroking the back of Sunbeam’s neck so he’d point his pretty eyes back down at her. Thankfully, he was much more pliable post-coitus. She figured most stallions were.

“Ugh,” he half-growled as he met her gaze. “I’m sor–”

She kissed him again, and waited until he kissed her back before mumbling, “Stop apologizing,” into his mouth. When she let herself settle back onto the bed and felt Sunbeam’s weight settle pleasantly — and a bit stickily — on top of her, she added, “You look good like this. Also, I’m taking it as a compliment.”

A goofy grin split Sunbeam’s face. “You should,” he sighed. “That was… you were…”

She didn’t really mean to interrupt him this time. She just really wanted to kiss him again. On top of everything else, Sunbeam was a really good kisser. “You were too,” she whispered once she’d sated herself. “You should be like this more often.”

Sunbeam smiled again. “Maybe I will be,” he murmured, before glancing up at his still-glimmering horn. “Ideally without this, though. Kind of a mood-killer. They’ll go away in a bit.”

Harness wiggled her brow. “You act like I’m gonna invite you to stay the night.”

“Well, I am gonna stay the night,” Sunbeam said thoughtlessly — and then his old way of thinking flared up again. “If, uh… y’know, if that’s okay,” he added, even though Harness was smirking and stroking his neck and, stars, really extremely wanted to make out with him some more. “Sorry. I’ll get better at that.”

“Well, you know what they say,” Harness replied, keeping her lips off his just long enough to finish her thought. “Practice makes perfect.”

And it did. Sort of. The night was perfect. The bedspread was unsalvageable. It was an ugly color anyway.