More than This

More than This

By Damocles23

Chapter 3: The Price I had to pay.

The moment she awakens on the carriage in Silver Spoon’s embrace is the moment Tiara realizes she missed a very important part of the past few hours.

Her best friend is still holding her in an affectionate grasp as she lies immersed in deep slumber and sporting a peaceful smile. The sweet taste of her lips still lingers in Tiara’s mouth and, judging by the trail of lipstick marks decorating Spoony’s snout, jaw line and neck, she has a pretty solid idea of where they came from and, most importantly, when that happened.

The serene expression gracing the gorgeous grey mare shouldn’t be there by all accounts. Memories of what happened in the club reassert themselves like pieces of a long lost mosaic, causing her to feel something again, something she had hoped she’d never have to face again:

Shame.

Just...shame. Shame for having lost control in such a disgraceful way. Shame for clinging like a scared little mare to the nearest pony that showed her just a sliver of misguided affection and flinging herself into it. The worst thing about is that she longs for more, but, at the same time, prays that the moment to confront the truth won’t come soon. She longs to bask in the melodious beating of Spoony’s heart.

The heartbeats count the seconds separating her from having to face the judgement and it’s just so beautiful, like the sound of joy, comfort and peace of mind. The sheer energy of life thrives in her heart and she never wants it to stop.

She lifts her gaze slowly, being careful not to stir the sleeping pony that still holds her, forelegs wrapped around her neck as Tiara’s cheek rests on her fluctuating chest. That smile is still there, taunting and graceful. Her lips form a perfect crescent moon, mirroring the one standing tall in the night sky, screaming to be taken again. The compelling whispers of the Moon Goddess tell her that it is right, healthy and fair; this is what she deserves after suffering so much.

The signs are all there: Spoon had wanted it, craved for it and surrendered to her attentions. Why is she hesitating so much, then? What is keeping her from reigniting the symphony of kisses?

Her special somepony.

The thought of this mare, this phantom mare with no name that has captured her best friend’s heart, invades her mind as she wriggles out of Spoon’s embrace and lingers toward her snout. She has already stolen the first kiss from her, well the first serious kiss at least. And the subsequent ones, well...

Yet Tiara can’t forget Spoon’s dreamy portrayal of her, of somepony that Spoon cares for as much as she cares for Tiara.

After so many years of fealty and abiding friendship, she’s possibly depriving Spoon of finding true love, or at least something pretty close to it. Is this how she wants to repay her? With jealousy? Horrible, grating jealousy like the world has never seen?

But, then again, she cares about Spoon. She...likes her Spoony.

Could we just...make it work?Just...with me?

The battle between the importance of friendship and pure want rages for supremacy within her mind. Her lips quiver, tremble, and hesitate, stopping the moment her muzzle touches Spoon’s. Her friend wakes up the instant their noses bump, and their respective blue and purple vastness stare into each other. Spoon’s expression remains unchanged, still sporting that smile of unbothered bliss, while the look on Tiara’s face suggests she wants to be swallowed by earth and escape this embarrassing moment.

“Huh...Hi!”, she squeaks, with a voice so small that only a pony who was within inches of her could hear.

“Hello...” To Tiara’s massive surprise, Spoon welcomes her back to the world of the living with a kiss on the forehead. ”Feeling better?”

“I guess... my head doesn’t hurt and my mouth doesn’t tastes bitter.”

“I can vouch for that...” She licks her lips in an entrancing way before caressing her cheek with a hoof, filling the gap between them with her warm, comforting breath.

Tiara’s heart skips several beats and her mouth waters for a second, before she wipes it dry. Her eyes fly wide open and half a corner of her mouth goes up, contorting her face in a manic grin. “I’m sorry, could you repeat that?”

“I said I’m glad you’re okay.” Tiara blinks and everything goes back to the way it was before: still embraced by her friend and snout to snout with a very composed Silver Spoon.

“Oh, yeah! I’m like...really okay. A lot.” She doesn’t feel the seat moving below her hooves. “We are home, right? I mean mine.”

“Yeah. We’ve only been here a few minutes, actually. I didn’t want to wake you, so I stayed with you for a while.”

“Oh...” This time it’s Tiara’s turn to blush. “Did the driver see us while we...?”

“Nah, the door was closed when he passed. I just told him to get home. He seemed a little scared of disturbing you.”

Tiara snickers, “I wonder why that is...”

“You’re awful. You know that?”

Her face flushes out all blood and her pupils shrink with haste.

Spoon is quick to clarify. “I mean that in a good way. He didn’t even open the door! I can’t imagine what happened.”

“Oh! That! Yeah, what can I say? This tiara here on my flank isn’t there just for show. I can make myself respected with no sweat, he, he.”

“You know, DT? I like the way we are, but I think we should get out, shouldn’t we?”

Her tongue gets all tied up. The Diamond Tiara of a few minutes ago would have said the raunchiest things, if given the opportunity.

With extreme reluctance she lets go of her, and the sensation of Spoon’s coat separating from hers is like a limb torn away. She opens the door and her friend hops down, offering her hoof to help Tiara get down.

Still the gentlemare, even after “that.”

She takes a firm grasp of it and hops down.Tiara heads toward her front door, and her friend follows like a shadow. That look, that same look that she sees every time she turns toward her. Every step, every moment of silence that her friend is giving her is a stab to the heart.

No explanation.

No yelling.

No turning back.

She just stands behind her the moment they arrive at her doorstep. Tiara’s hoof shakes when she turns the door knob.

“So...” Spoon begins, “see you around I guess. You know, I enjoyed the evening after all! It was nice to see you again and—”

“Please...” She steels herself and bites her lip for the question, the real question that she has to ask, now or never. She turns, dragging her forehoof in a semicircle on the ground and faces Spoon. “Will you stay for the night?”

Spoon’s serene appearance cracks for a fleeting moment. Her pupils shrink while her body trembles as if hit by something heavy and unexpected. “At your place? With you?”

“Well, duh! I mean we are already here and there’s nopony home but me.”

“I really don’t know...” She starts to play with her braid.

“Is it because of what I said in there? I was joking! And drunk! And an idiot!” A big, fat lie. Even if halfway smashed, the warmth in her stomach reminds her that she meant every word.

“No it’s not like that,” she takes a step backward, “...it was funny, actually.”

“We have enough room, if you want. Lots of guest rooms! With big, plushy beds! I have some snacks, maybe we could do a sleepover?”

“I know. I mean I’m sure you have them, but...”

Don’t do this to me. Please!

“You don’t like sleepovers? We’ll settle for the bed, then. I mean beds! One for me and one for you. That’s it. I’ll be at the other side of the mansion if you want.”

“It’s not like that, either. I...”

“Of course!” Tiara slaps her forehead, leaving a red mark. “Your parents! You didn’t tell them that you might spend the night somewhere else. I bet they would be worried.”

“No, no. I’ve mentioned them the possibility. They know how close we are and it’s happened sometimes that...”

Then why? Why? Why? Why?

“It’s about that fight over the photo, isn’t it?” Her voice trembles weakly, struggling to keep her sinuses from firing up while keeping her eyes dry. “We can make another one, just get me a couple of bunny suits, some jars and a couple of country hicks!”

“That won’t be necessary. It’s not like I don’t want to stay but...”, she almost turns away. Away into the night. Away from Tiara.

“But you’re leaving, aren’t you?” Raindrops. Again those damn raindrops riling her cheeks. There’s not even a cloud up there, unless some of those pesky pegasi are pulling some evil prank on her. Again.

“It’s really late, Diamond Tiara, I have to go. I need some time to think.”

“Thinking is dumb!” she shouts on instinct, “whenever somepony thinks, she sees something that wasn’t there and ruins everything! She sees ugly things inside like guilt or weariness or a new, dumb perspective on things when everything was going so well! She wants more, even though there are ponies that would be anything for her, but no! It’s never enough! No matter how much you plead, how much you change or how much you love them they leave because it’s the right thing to do or at least they think it is! So, don’t think! I didn’t do it when I kissed you and it was so good. Can’t we at least have that?”

“Goodbye, Tiara.” She trots into the night, quietly.

She can’t allow it. Why does everypony she cares about just walk away with no explanation? Why can’t she understand their reasons either? Why can’t she take what she wants and be done with it? Why these doubts? Doubts, doubts, doubts, doubts, doubts...Doubts everywhere. Nothing ever goes the way she wants. Just once, she thinks, Celestia and Luna I beg you just once! I want to stay with her! I want to make it work!

Spoon already has her back turned on Tiara, swallowed by the darkness of uncertainty when something breaks inside of her. Like a cage torn open by a savage monster, she blurts out, without a second thought, a scream of of pure anguish and despair that tears the air and strains her cords.

“I NEED YOU!”

The sound of Spoon’s last hoofstep echoes trough the uncomfortable silence.

“I don’t want to sleep alone ever again. I’m tired of having nopony at my side when I wake up or I feel blue. I just lost Daddy...If I lose you too then who do I have left? Stay with me, Spoony. At least for a night. Just one night! Then I won’t bother you anymore and you’ll never have to see me again, if that’s what you want. But give me this night...Please...”

Spoon doesn't move, and neither do Tiara's eyes; that silver back stands out as her last hope against the swallowing black abyss of the night. Never before has Tiara’s soul lay bare for everypony to see; not even for Spoon. Her words were sincere and vulnerable, moved by the void the swallows her heart. It’s her last card to play to make her stay.

A trial: that’s what it is.

She's putting their friendship, neigh, their feelings to the test. The dreary, grey landscape of that day stretches in front of her one last time, clear and terrible, and the only thing that stands true and brightest is her. Only her.

She’s there and she’s real, the only thing that ever was and ever mattered. Real like that kiss or the way she comforted her without a word. How could the only thing...the only pony she had ever trusted betray her like that? She can’t. She never did and this time is no exception.

If it’s like that, it means she won’t ever be left alone again.

Not by her.

The moment Silver Spoon runs back to her and envelops the crying mare in her tight embrace is the best, most heartwarming moment of her young life. Her tears of sorrow turn into tears of joy when she basks in her friend’s warm coat, also managing to slip a small kiss or two onto her chest. Whether her friend noticed it or not doesn’t matter to her at all.

“Oh, Tiara...” she says after planting another kiss on her forehead, “ I can’t...I’m sorry. I-I guess I’ll stay. At least for tonight...”

“Thank you, Spoony.” A smirk escapes her from behind the other mare’s back. Not a smile of happiness, though; it’s a complacent grin.

Dear, old Spoony passed the test with flying colors.

It’s better this way. She has somepony to hold her and console her, ready to hurry at her side.

Spoony.

If I have to be pitied to stay with her...so be it.

Shame is what spurs her once again, forcing Tiara to turn away her father’s portrait and shove his eyes into the wall of her room. He had never approved of such little ways to get what somepony wanted but, hey, desperate times and all that. Besides it’s just for tonight, so no harm done.

His last words to her had been, after all, ‘You can have anything you want.’

It must mean something. Maybe he already knew he was going to leave her alone and, no matter what happened, she would have to trust her own abilities and wit to keep living, and seize for herself a shot for happiness, whenever it presented itself.

It must be.

He had always taught her that she couldn’t take everything for granted; humility came before status. His final lesson is all she has left, and she will make the most of it. If satisfaction and peace of mind elude her, then she has no choice but to make her own...in Spoony’s comforting embrace.

She waits for her on the lavender four-poster bed, lying on her back and covering herself with bedheets up to her neck. The window is halfway open, allowing the bright moonlight into her room once again. Tiara hopes for the favor of the Princess of the Night.

Her friend slips under the covers and joins her without a sound, save for the rustling of the sheets. Her heart accelerates the moment Spoon puts her foreleg on her chest, which she caresses with her own to calm her nerves. She turns her head to the side and watches her friend, peacefully closing her eyes.

“Spoony?” she whispers.

“Hhmm?”

“You’re not taking your glasses off?”

“I’m not that tired and I want you to see you clearly. I guessed you wanted to talk for a while before sleep.”

“And I guess you want to talk about “that,” right?” A lump slithers down Tiara’s throat, just to make it more awkward.

Spoon rolls her eyes. “You had to bring that up now.”

Ouch.

“Then...why did you kiss me?”

“Because you kissed me first! Duh!” Tiara had hoped for a straight answer, sure, but everything has its limits.

“He, he...Aren’t you...angry about it? I mean I was horrible with you and that just came out of nowhere. And the other one and the other one and... ”

“No, I’m not. It was just strange and unexpected. Unique. Just like you.”

“Wow! Am I that good?! I mean...” she takes a few breaths to calm herself, “Am I that good?”

“Sure you are, Tiara.” Her foreleg slides to Tiara’s side, allowing Spoon to grip gently on it and move closer to her friend, sliding underneath the sheets.

“Thanks. You were good too, I mean, you look... good.”

Tiara knows her touch and warmth and this time something else moves inside her, something different than her pounding heartbeat... She takes a look to better appreciate Spoon’s figure. Her friend has matured in the past few years into a very well built mare, growing taller than her in almost no time. She’s not bulky or, even worse, husky, but her frame is well balanced with built bones and tight muscles that compliment her contour. “Really good.”

“Am I as good as...her? Or at least how you imagined she’d be?” The shadow of the mare still looms over her heart, threatening to ruin this moment, even if she is already in her bed.

Say yes,say yes,say yes, say yes, say—

“Yes, even better than I imagined than it would be. Except the whole fainting thing, but I guess you can’t have everything.”

“Yeah, that was kind of a...” the metaphorical gears in her mind grind to a halt the moment she reflects a on what Spoon just said. “You imagined it...with me?!”

“Now she gets it...”

“Wow! I mean...wow! Spoony, I didn’t think that...”

Without realizing it, she’s beaming so wide she can hardly believe herself. How can it be so perfect? How can it be so...convenient? She hides her smile from Spoon, turning her head to the side.

“I know, I know. I’ve wanted to tell you for such a long time, but I when I finally gathered the courage, it just wasn’t enough and you probably wouldn’t have accepted it...” She tightens her embrace, lifting herself and looming over Tiara. Snout to snout once again.

“How can you say that? What possibly could...”

A tearful smile cuts her off without a word.

“Oh.”

“That’s right: ‘oh.’ It was always too soon for that. “

“You meant me back there. That’s who you were talking about! It was me!” Laughter escapes her: true laughter like she hasn’t known for so long. She feels like a total fool right now, an idiot, with a skull so thick and dumb...

“Back then, It just wasn’t the right moment,” she continues, contrasting her laughter with a hurt look, “I wanted to tell you, I’ve always wanted to, but... Immediately after that, your Daddy left us. I guess it was even worse of a time for telling you.” Spoon buries her muzzle into her shoulder, allowing for Tiara to lock her forelegs around her withers.

“You can’t know that. I don’t know that...” That’s what isolation does to anypony. Time loses its meaning, faces become blurs and feelings that shouldn’t be forgotten vanish. If somepony else would ask her, she still wouldn’t know if her friend, her only friend, would be allowed to touch her in such a way if she hadn’t reach rock bottom. Spoon’s breath tickling her shoulder is enough to make her to forget every single thing.

“But, know...Now that I’ve seen you like that...I need you. That’s what you said to me and I’ll never forget that voice. You were pleading to me, Tiara! Pleading is not something I know you for. You couldn’t have been lying about that.”

And there it is. That cold clutch that grasps at her stomach and doesn’t let go. Nothing about her can let go to anything. Or anypony for that matter. But she didn’t lie, at least. At least not completely.

“I know it’s horrible; you would think I’m telling you this because you need affection and I’m so proud to think that you will accept it, but I want to stay with with you, Tiara.” Her voice turns much more serious. “I want to be there for you always! You will never be alone again, because I’ll be there for you.”

“You mean it, Spoony?” A tear flows down her cheek.

“See for yourself.”

Spoon’s lips fly against Tiara’s, making the mare melt like chocolate at the sudden and passionate force that forces a tear down her cheek. Life, in all its vigour and vitality, spears her body and mind as she decides to to repay her with a much more ravenous kiss. The movement of her lips turns into a dance moving all the way from Spoon’s lips down to her cheek bones, her snout and muzzle, and ends on the forehead covered by the silver bobbed curls of her mane, which she sniffs in an almost foalish way. The scent of her lavender flavored shampoo fills her nostrils as her friend takes hold of the situation, filling the nook of her neck with kisses. Her lover’s breath tickles her skin and caresses her ears, and she abandons herself in a laughter of relief.

Spoon answers with a smirk and and another smaller kiss on her nose, surprising her into silence.

“I thought you weren’t a fillyfooler.”

“I’m not...” she pushes Spoon’s chest and rolls her onto her back, enveloping her chest in the sheets, “I just love my friend.”

Tiara’s eyes brighten in awe as Spoon unites their mouths once again with passion and fervor, swallowing with ease her startled cries. This time it’s Spoon’s tongue that takes the advantage and slips into Tiara’s mouth, humming in the process of the fusion of their lips. Spoon pushes Tiara’s chest and flips her over onto her side while her friend grabs at her sides firmly, feeling the feminine curves. The full volume of Spoon falls on Tiara’s leaner figure as her hooves move uncontrolled down her friend’s sides and withers, finally grasping her buttocks, while their tongues fling past each other. They open their eyes and exchange the same gaze they had in the club, only this time it’s far more tender and beautiful. This time they both know: it has to be and the two mares know it.

Spoon removes her tongue and focuses on her lips, sucking and massaging them with care as slowly as possible. Her friend breaks the kiss and moves her tongue to Tiara’s neck while her hooves keep pressing down on her chest, as if to say she’s not allowed to move from there.

Tiara smirks. Good. She wants to lose herself in this. She wants to be fully explored and savoured by her. Completely.

Tiara’s moans grow more frantic and dreamy as her neck is flicked and caressed, while one of Spoon’s hooves descends toward her nethers. Halfway to her belly she stops, struck with hesitation.

Tiara, meanwhile, awaits the blessed contact... and waits, and...

She glances down.

Spoon’s warmth lingers on her belly, and her hoof hovers over Tiara’s bellybutton, quivering. Tiara grabs her with her own hoof and guides her down, nodding at her friend with a smile. She seals the deal with another kiss and the glorious moment finally comes as Spoon’s hoof finds and brushes against her sensitive lips.

A yelp is heard and is immediately silenced with a kiss as Spoon makes her way between the moist folds. Her touch produces a wet, squelching noise that grows louder at every touch, and Tiara’s subsequent screams are muffled by the mare above her.

Celestia, it’s so good and it’s just the start.

A flurry of butterfly kisses invades her chest, making her gasp and shake in delight while Spoon’s hoof delves deeper and deeper, aided by her own leaking fluids. The familiar touch devours her moist folds, and she spreads her legs further to aid her lover, filling the silence of her house with loud, throaty moans.

Spoon interprets her cries as a challenge and flicks her hoof upwards to stroke her clitoris; Tiara’s wallowing desire descends from a crude arousal into carnal madness. Her cries break into gasps; the breaths fly out in steamy globs, throwing out some of the ecstasy overwhelming her mind. Spoon’s touch is like a thunderstorm, every simple brush is a whip striking directly at her nerves. Spoon plays with her sex just like a toy—she is a toy—and Tiara’s hoof slides down to help her friend service her, spreading herself even further and delving into her own depths.

Damn! Already? Losing control already?

Spoon somehow reads her mind, and trails her snout towards Tiara’s throbbing joy.

Tiara bites her lip and goes silent, restraining a few moans within her closed mouth, while Spoon dances her tongue across the surface of her belly. A broken sigh of eagerness warms Tiara’s exposed sex until Spoon’s tongue assaults her lower abdomen, pressing it profusely. The warm tongue pauses before her raging vagina, hovering there until her friend and lover finally gains the courage to probe inside her.

What she feels is something . . . something that she has longed for so long, too long. Thunder spreads inside her all the way to her spine and sets her belly ablaze. Her mind floats as Spoon eats her out with greed, lashing her tongue below, beside and above her core, feasting with a desire that is too mature and enticing to be amateurish. The power of her passion surpasses every uncertainty holding Tiara back.

Celestia’s buttocks what is that oh yes, right there!

Every inch that slides into her is torture and bliss at the same time, a sensation so strong and intrusive that it overwhelms her senses and consumes her completely. Her hind legs lock around Spoon’s head, forcing her right where she belongs while her forehooves press on her back to make escape impossible. Her cries of lustful glee are timed with every twist and turn of Spoon’s tongue inside her, and the wet noises emerging from her sex coincide with Spoon’s repeated plunges inside her. Her spine arches when she slurps in, only to relax when she pulls it out, making the bed creak and protest to her body’s spasms. Her tail, completely moistened at the base, flicks all over the bed and brushes Spoon’s belly, causing the other mare to let out a giggle.

Tiara powerful, spasmed kick to the bed causes Spoon to fumble and smother her tongue on the quivering clitoris.

“HOLY FUCK!”

Tiara steels her teeth while her friend sucks and swirls around her most intimate spot. Babbles and nonsense spew from her watering mouth, reducing herself to an incoherent, sex-crazed mess. She sits on her haunches to get a better look of her friend’s work. While Spoon’s head is shoved between her hind legs, Tiara takes a moment to caress her solid withers and neck, desperate to reach the perfect round curve of her ass.

Tiara exhales, relaxing her thighs, and gives herself a clear view of the tongue that swirls and plunges her inside her with enthusiasm, sometimes lifting her face to look at Spoon’s fluid-covered chin. Beautiful. The view leaves her no choice but to scream out once again in pleasure, neck bent backward and thrusting her hips onto Spoon’s face.

Before succumbing completely, she manages to give a little nudge to Spoon’s side and slides a hoof underneath her. Then, she lifts herself on her hind legs and gives a little push, gaining leverage on her, causing her friend to slip and fall onto her back.

A mare with sprayed legs gives her a very confused look.

“Ehm...Tiara, what...?”

“My turn!” she declares and shoves her rump right on top of Silver Spoon’s face, perfectly aligning her haunches with Spoony’s mouth. Her friend hastily resumes her work while Tiara goes for the other pair of lips she has been pursuing the whole evening; that beautiful pink that only a mare has stands out against a sea of grey fur. She takes a moment to admire her friend’s swollen sex before gently nibbing around, flicking her tongue some drops of fluid around it, and finally gives the length of her folds one deliberate, sharp lick.

Silver Spoon moans harder inside of her and twists mercilessly deep inside Tiara’s ultimate depths, so hard that it almost causes her pain; a little prickling sensation that stretches all the way to her anus, also spearing her belly and chest.

You want to fight, then? Fine!

With a diabolical smirk, she drags herself closer to Spoon’s crotch and reaches her tail, leaving the other mare to tongue at the air for a moment before finding her mark once more. A brief opportunity presents itself, and Spoon takes the chance to seize Tiara’s buttocks. Even if speared by the sheer goodness that Spoony is giving her, making the pink mare literally cream herself all over Silver Spoon’s face, her job isn’t finished yet. Tiara opens her mouth, trying not to moan more than necessary, and clamps her teeth around Silver’s tail. She starts to pull and stretch her muscle repeatedly, launching a look of challenge from the corner of her eye. Moments later she is rewarded with a more desperate tongue flailing between her legs.

It’s a competition; a competition of yanks, pulls, kisses and moans. They make themselves sore and desperate, yearning for more, their cries growing more frantic and eager, their muscles tensing and aching like never before. Every fiber of their being is focused only on pleasuring their respective partner; nothing else matters.

Tiara’s mind surely doesn’t care and orders her body, ridden by wave after wave of pleasure, to give one final tug on Spoon’s tail. The silver mare’s back curls , instinctively lifting her rump and legs, finally giving Tiara access to another spot of her lover’s body to taste.

Tiara spreads her quivering butt cheeks and gives a long series of licks around Spoons sensitive anus. The grey mare stops and pulls her tongue out of Tiara, releasing a yelp. Tiara grins, unseen by the the mare beneath her, and continues to strip away Spoon’s defenses and pierce her back entrance with her tongue. She savours the aftertaste of Spoony’s dripping fluids on her back door. By now her hind legs are standing on the bed, since Spoon has long been reduced to a horny, moaning young mare incapable of continuing her work, and Tiara plunges into the clenched muscles around her most secret spot.

Spoons cries grow frantic and desperate, almost ripping off the sheets as Tiara circles the delicate hole, never fully entering or leaving it, while using a hoof to brush at Spoon’s clit. The tip of her tongue enters her with an obscene pop and she is instantly showered on the chin by spurts of cum, followed by one last moan of delight from her friend before she collapses, panting. Observing Spoon’s quivering body, she understands, then, that she isn’t the only one who has to do something.

Why not do something the two of them can enjoy together as friends? Or something more...

She helps her friend by grabbing her from the pit of one foreleg and gently pushing her onto her side. She crawls alongside her, and lays on her back with her own haunches facing Spoon’s. Tiara lifts one of her friend’s hind legs to uncover her still dripping sex and, licking her lips, shifts her own hips forward until their crotches meet, winding the mild contact into a steady grind against her friend’s sex. Even though her touch was slow and gentle, it still makes the two young mares shriek from the great sensitivity of their organs. Tiara bucks her hips forward while Spoons gets herself together and moves in the opposite direction, trying to control her lifted leg lying on her chest and not kick her in the face in the heat of the moment. An intense and desperate passion burns between their legs, so much that Tiara to throws herself at the opposing clit faster, sliding and rubbing their sexes together in a frenzy.

Seeing this unfold before her eyes—the forbidden union of their unsharable secrets, their glistening spots flicking against each others—fuels her drive to continue, to increase her pleasure and her need for more.

By you...sullied by you. I want it!

She wants to feel Spoony to her very core; her soul and mind go further and further, thrusting her maddened hips at her in a cacophonous slap of flesh. Both mares drown in their unified screams of pleasure that pierce the silence of the night. She slides underneath her for the purpose of flicking their clits together and reaching an even deeper state of bonding. She feels so close to her, closer than she’s ever been and should have been. Her brain is wired by the pleasure, reducing her to just one function: mate, mate and mate like crazy! For that purpose she rockets herself forward and mashes her mound in a futile effort to go deeper and deeper into the very center of Spoony’s being, sending their fluids flying all over the bed and covering it with spots of every shape.

Tiara can finally enjoy the sight of her partner’s awesome libido mixed in with her own. A fiery sensation grows from within her slowly, streaking their coats with pearly lines of sweat, enlarging itself like a balloon inside of her until she finally pops. Her voice breaks and goes silent, reaching heights of sound that are impossible for anypony to reach: a howl of pure bliss that, even if mortal senses could perceive it, would still be barely adequate for what happened in that bedroom. Orgasms roll from between her haunches and radiate throughout her skin, her bones, her very being.

Their bodies lie still for a second before exploding into spasms as the waves of their simultaneous orgasm gets the better of them, flooding their spirits and making their flesh and bones quiver and collapse, panting. Their sexes drip weakly in the wake of their ecstasy, drenching each other’s crotches as a form of shared tribute.

Tears invade Tiara’s eyes as joy grasps her heart. She finally feels adored and comforted like she had begged, perhaps even more so than she could have ever dream. Her partner is already lying opposite of her and slipped into the land of dreams, leaving her alone for just a fleeting moment before slumber takes her as well.

She feels young again. Truly young. Order finally dawns back in her life and the heat of the sun warms her bones. Fresh grass caresses her and tickles her nose, snatching away cute sneezes. A whisper escapes her lips, receiver of sweet promises and unyielding love:

“...Bloom...”

A choked whimper is heard from the other side of the bed before the land of dreams reclaims her.