More than This

More than This

by Damocles23

Chapter 5: My Chance

Tiara stands alone on the stage.

The spotlight is on her, as always, making her stand out in the darkness that envelops the rest of the theater. That little cone of light is her world, just like nothing could exist outside of the stage she stands on.

Nothing else worth seeing, anyway.

She doesn’t feel lonely, though; the world, after all, moves at her whim along with everypony in it.

The moment she wishes to see a little further, the cone of light expands to bathe her faint surroundings in a dim glimmer. The light reveals, scattered around her on the wooden boards, several wooden marionettes. They have no distinguishable marks or features, not even colors: just rounded pieces of wood glued together.

The pony sized figures remain unmoving and featureless until she takes a step forward. Another spotlight turns on and illuminates one of the puppets. In the time it takes for Tiara to blink, she realizes the puppet is standing on its four legs, and wearing a red bow upon its smooth, wooden head.

She turns away from it and sneers, disgusted.

“I’m tired of this toy. It’s never there when I’m looking for it,” she says, even though her voice trembles a bit. “I’ll have a new one, now.”

She blinks again and another puppet stands beside her, this one wearing a pair of cerulean glasses. Tiara gives a lustful, satisfied smirk at the sight of it and walks toward the figure. “This one its way better. It always comes back to me. It always has.”

She reaches for it with a hoof, and the puppet mirrors Tiara’s action. A wooden limb stretches and touches Tiara’s own. At the slightest contact, the other puppet behind her crumbles into dust. Tiara doesn’t mind except for the one fleeting moment in which she turns, only to see a bow tipped pile of dust. She forgets it as soon as she cups the puppet’s head between her hooves and leans closer for a kiss. To her horror, her hooves and face find only dust.

A pair of glasses lies on the floor.

“What’s going on?! Why is this happening?” she screams, patting the grainy dust of her coat.

She frantically turns around to see the other figures lying on the floor, bearing the face of her father. They stare at her, unblinking and wearing an unnerving smile, so similar to the one he used to comfort her. It fills her heart with unbridled terror.

You can always have another one.

She looks back at her now clean, hooves to see those of a little filly. A little filly made of wood.

Her scream lasts until she opens her eyes, sweating and trembling. She finds herself in her bed, tightly tugged in her lavender sheets, shocked to her very core.

A large black frame hangs above the fireplace, and it takes her a moment to realize its her father’s portrait, with his face facing the wall. Which is a good thing, actually...That familiar face would be so unsettling right now.

Tiara notices a strong pair of forelegs holding her, lovingly circling her waist. The warmth that lingers on her back and in the breath tickling her neck is soothing and beautiful. The horrible nightmares grant her a reprieve and depart, allowing the sleeping grey marvel lying behind her to flood all thoughts and senses. It’s the first decent awakening she’s had in weeks.

All thanks to you.

She caresses the grey hoof wrapped around her waist and moves to stroke the cheek of the affectionate mare. Tiara notes with a light hearted giggle Spoon’s peaceful-looking face with the corner of her eye. Peaceful just like Tiara’s mind.

She unlocks, with tender care, Spoon’s hoof from her waist and kisses it. The touch makes the sleeping mare slide further toward Tiara and mumble a bit, in an effort to hug her friend again.

“Tiara...” she mutters, earning a soft smile from her lover. “Stay with me, Tiara...”

Tiara trudges out of the bed, careful to not wake up Spoon, and giver her a gentle kiss on the cheek.

“I’m not leaving.”

Tiara stumbles a bit around her room, rubbing her eyes, and finds a few pieces of paper scattered on the floor. The faint light of day, coming in from the half-opened blinds, reveals Spoon’s baggage lying on the floor. She picks up the pieces of paper, unearthing the shattered memories from last night. The smiles on those fillies are still intact, or at least Spoon’s is. Those grey lips are still beautiful and joyous.

There’s a small piece of Tiara in each of the fragments. She’s still holding the pieces, looking at each with a tearful smile, when she hears a sleepy voice.

“...Mornin’ Tiara.”

The moment Tiara hears the rustling of sheets, she hastily turns and hides the pieces of paper inside a nearby drawer, slamming it closed.

Loudly.

“Morning, Spoony!” she says with a goofy, yet endearing, smile. Maybe Spoon hadn't noticed what she just did.

I’m tired of that photo.

The grey mare only grumbles after taking her glasses off and rubbing an eye. “Did you sleep well?” she yawns.

“With you here? Who wouldn’t?” she lets out an embarrassed chuckle in which Spoon joins. Her laughter almost hypnotizes her; it’s a sound so rich and enticing that Tiara’s heart can’t help but sing along. The more she has of this mare, this wonderful friend, the more she can’t give her up...and neither can Spoon.

She’s too beautiful to be just a toy.

“Thank you, Tiara.” she quickly gets out of bed with her braid halfway loosened. Her long mane coupled with her sleepy purple eyes, and the way she stumbles out of bed make her genuinely attractive, at least in a goofy kind of way. She giggles madly, not realizing it until Spoon is just a few inches from her, staring in wide-eyed amazement with her puzzled purple irises.

“What’s so funny?” she asks with a long lock of her mane obscuring one eye.

Tiara tries even harder to stifle her laugh, almost turning blue and puffing up her cheeks.

“I’ve got something on my face?”

“Yes...” says the mare between a stifled chortle and another, “...too much cuteness!” She blows away that stubborn lock with a strong puff that fogs Spoon’s glasses.

“Come on, Tiara. Cut it ou—” her words are cut short by a pair of pink lips. Tiara forces herself on the mare with iron tempered passion, almost smothering her companion with an intense kiss. Spoon yields immediately and kisses Tiara back, letting herself be guided back into the previous night and onto the bed with the magenta mare falling on her.

Snout to snout, smile to smile, Tiara doesn’t lose any time and hurries to satisfy her need of Spoony. She covers every inch of her snout and face with rabid, almost desperate kisses, as if she’s marking her territory with a myriad of proofs of her passion. She lifts Spoony’s glasses over her brow just to stare into those eyes, just to get more of that gorgeous light of day.

You’re mine. You want to be mine. Only mine...

Her kisses grow frantic, slowly turning into playful nibs and delicate bites all over Spoon’s ashen coat to elicit dreamy moans from the grey mare, her cries turning more and more frequent, and louder.

“You like that, huh?” she growls, picking at Spoon’s bellybutton with her tongue. Tiara’s lover nods weakly before letting out a throaty mewl the moment Tiara’s hoof slides to her inner thigh. So close to her mare hood and yet so far...

Tiara keeps teasing her with lascivious brushes of her hooves, and lips over her lower abdomen, skillfully tending her nerves like the chord of a harp. At every kiss, at every caress, Spoony sings the melody of lust, only to be silenced by one final, voracious kiss from Tiara.

So sweet, so incredible...You can’t be just a toy. You love me. Puppets can’t love.

She allows herself a small moment of tenderness and envelopes her friend in a tight embrace, resting her head on Spoon’s neck, who in turn starts stroking her mane and plants soft kisses on her forehead. Even these simple gestures are enough to drive Tiara crazy with desire.

Spoons had promised only to stay the night, yet when she presses her lips against Spoon’s own, she longs for more than what she’d been promised the night they became one. Her dignity was a fair price for that.

“Spoony?” she asks with quivering eyes after breaking the kiss.

“Y-yeah?” A small patch of drool rests at the corner of Spoon’s mouth.

“I want you...” Tiara’s heart threatens to escape from her ribcage after pounding so hard against it, “I want you so bad.”

Spoony hesitates for a moment that seems to last forever. Her lower lips tremble and her eyes quiver with uncertainty.

Tiara almost feels pain between her dripping haunches, but is surprised by Spoon’s lips throwing themselves against hers, locking them firmly.

With savage need, Tiara pins Spoon’s hoof to the bed and, still assaulting her mouth, rocks her hips between Spoon’s legs, slowly spreading them inch by inch, slowly succumbing to the pressure. Tiara’s tongue swirls, encircles, and dances around Spoon’s own, making her moan her soul out. The pressure of Tiara’s powerful thrusts makes Spoony yield and finally spread open her legs, exposing her sex to the mercy of the lustful mare above her.

Tiara licks her lips, eyeing Spoon as a predator watches his prey, and, without any mercy or subtlety, rockets her hips against Spoon’s haunches. The grey mare launches a high pitched scream, too high to be just of pleasure, that almost covers the loud thwack their swollen organs make. A concerned look is shot by Tiara as she brushes her lover’s cheek with care.

“Oh my gosh, Spoony! Are you alright?”

“Con...ti...nue,” she whispers, eyes half closed and staring at nothing.

Tiara leans closer. “Spoony?”

“I said FUCK ME!” Her hind legs steel around Tiara’s waist and pull her closer, intermixing her own dripping joy with Tiara’s own.

The impact almost hurts, but she keeps a steady pace, bucking Silver Spoon faster and faster with vigorous thrusts, fueling her young and slender hindquarters with a voracious greed to compensate for the fire biting her muscles. She lets go and her body takes over, doing all the work while Tiaras enjoys her sensitive clit smashing against Silver’s to a pace that goes from steady to lightning fast in no time. The search for pleasure takes her to maddening heights and turning a rational young mare into a screaming, sex crazed, wild animal.

Spoon isn’t any better; she surrenders herself to her most base feelings and grinds her marehood against Tiara’s with desperate frenzy, letting drops of cold sweat drip onto the bed. She muffles her screams of carnal ecstasy by pushing her mouth onto Tiara’s neck so hard that the pink mare’s collar bone hurts.

The spunk that she saw in Spoon’s eyes at the club is back with a vengeance, and everything becomes even sweeter.

I love when she does that. It’s so hot!

Tiara’s hips keep going faster and faster, unloading all the pressure in her loins. Everything that her heart has for Silver Spoon pours out in an almost raging way as her flesh and Spoony’s buck each other, building more and more tension in every inch of Tiara’s body. Each push and every grind brings her closer to that light; that beautiful, purifying light that will finally gave her some peace. Every thrust, and every inch of space that she gains, and every moan that she snatches from Spoon brightens her wonderful world, bright like a forest fire or a bomb that goes off on the Sun.

Spoon gets nothing less from Tiara and nothing short of amazing.

You are my light...

What follows is an orgasm so powerful, so intense and at the same time so calm in the way the two mares just slump down in each other’s embrace. Once again, warm tears invade Tiara’s eyes, only to be absorbed by Spoon’s coat and affectionate strokes on Tiara’s coat. She can feel Spoon’s heartbeat, and it’s even more soothing and satisfying than before, even if a bit accelerated. It’s a briefer and less intense experience than that glorious night of before, but no less meaningful. She plants one final kiss on Spoon’s lips, marking her as hers and nopony else's.

“Merciful Celestia, that was incredible...” she whispers in Spoon’s neck, which is covered in yet another trail of kisses. The words came out so low that she wonders if her amazing lover heard them...

“Buaah...Naaah...” Spoon is almost unconscious, still basking in the afterglow. Her tongue hangs out the side of her mouth in an almost silly looking way.

“Spoony! Come on, wake up.” Tiara pokes her, struggling to ignore the absolute bliss that wrecks her to her very bones. “Come on, you lightweight.”

“Tiara...” she whines, wriggling out from beneath the other mare. Impossible as it may seem, she looks even messier than before, her long braid loosened into long silken strands of splendid silver. “Give me a break, please.”

“Oh? Am I being too rough?” She throws a sly smile from behind her shoulder. “You know I still feel a bit lonely.” She puckers her lower lip and waters her eyes with the look of a wounded baby deer.

“Please, Tiara. You’re going to kill me if you keep this up.” Her weak smile is punctuated by sticky globs of fatigue.

You were the one begging for it, but what the hay. She’s earned some rest. She’s earned so much...

“You know what, Spoony? You’re right. Let’s go have some breakfast. Better get some energy back.” She jumps out of bed, masking the pain that eats away at her insides. She wonders why is she still doing that: after all, she already used pain to get Spoon into her bed. Why this silly charade?

Because it’s fun, why else? she thinks with a silly giggle, trying not to fall over after a misstep caused by a sore foreleg. Spoon follows her, getting out of bed and putting her glasses on. Her mane is left untamed, though, to Tiara’s great appreciation. She looks much better this way.

Spoon wobbles with every step and Tiara, like a perfect gentlemare, lets her use her shoulder to rest on.

“How the hay can you keep up, Tiara? I mean, wow! You just woke up and you were already in the mood.” She wraps a foreleg around Tiara’s shoulders to balance herself on and, more importantly, to let the the pink mare nuzzle her neck.

“I’m always in the mood with the cutest mare around.”

Tiara brushes her cheek against Spoon’s warm, lustful coat. Spring is in bloom, and nowhere is it more apparent than in Tiara’s heart. Birds sing, suns rise, fireworks explode, galaxies fade away. The words rise deep from within her ribcage, heightened and hopeful.

“I’m always in the mood with the cutest mare around.”

Her praise doesn’t reap the expected reaction.

Spoon doesn’t smile. Behind her eyes lurks . . . what? Concern? Before she can ask what’s wrong, her words are stopped by a salute.

“Good morning, Miss Tiara” ring out four maids, just outside of Tiara’s room. Even though they are smiling, they noticeably shake and a couple of them even avert her gaze.

“Morning...” Spoon timidly waves her hoof.

“Finally!” Tiara rolls her eyes, “And just where were you all last night? And yesterday for that matter? What do I pay you for?”

“Please Miss Tiara! Don’t set fire to anything! I’ll DO EVERYTHING YOU WANT!” shouts a meek unicorn, cowering in fear and shielding her eyes with her hooves.

“Yes, please! We were the first to arrive today. Just don’t hurt me!” another one pleads, almost in tears.

“You set fire to what now?” Spoon’s eyes go wide open and her voice sounds flat.

“Never mind, Spoony,” she waves a hoof, completely unbothered, “that is something to leave behind us and never mention again. Nothing to worry about here.”

“B-but...” The mare from before tries to say something, but is shot down by a quick glare from the merciless eyes of Tiara.

“I said nothing to worry about,” she grinds between her teeth, contorted into a threatening grin.

The silence that follows is awkward for all minus one pony.

“Anyway!” The grin transforms into a chirpy, almost jolly expression. “Don’t you see we have a guest? I have a guest. We need breakfast, immediately!”

“Y-yes!” The four hurry and scatter themselves around the house, watched by the satisfied grin of a mare that likes her influence a little too much. All under the mesmerized eyes of Spoon.

“You could have cut them some slack...” she says meekly.

“Spoony...” Tiara pats her head, “...you’re too kind and adorable. So let me handle these things, alright?”

A table is set in the garden of the tenure, laid out with all kinds of sweets. The two mares sit very close to each other, as if Tiara doesn’t want to spend a minute farther than Spoony than necessary. She takes a few sips of coffee, enjoying the light of the Sun while watching Spoon indulge herself with muffins and cake in an almost comical way, as if this was the first time she had seen food in a long time. She giggles behind her cup, noting with interest how she always sees different facets of the same pony: the loyal friend, the incredible lover, the unexpected sweet tooth. It just makes it more fun, actually.

You never stop surprising me.

She stuffs another pastry down her mouth and sends some coffee running after it, dirtying the corners of her mouth with some dough, causing Tiara to snicker much louder than before. Spoon faces her, puzzled, but still joins her halfway in the laugh.

“What’s so funny? I’m too cute?”

“As if you had to ask. You got all these cute little blotches on your lips. And a raisin, too.” Spoon moves a hoof embarrassed, searching her face until Tiara leans closer.

“I’ll take care of it,” she says with her eyes half closed, whispering in a low, seductive tone.

Spoon freezes the moment her friend licks her face greedily, picking with her tongue every raisin and coffee stains on her cute, round face. Even after she’s fully cleaned, her tongue doesn’t rest until Tiara starts to tickle her neck, causing Spoon to bite her lip and stiffens. Tiara accepts the challenge and slithers her tongue into Spoon’s mouth, meeting little to no resistance. The kiss breaks and Tiara takes a moment to look deeply into the grey mare’s eyes.

“I love kissing you, Spoony. I could stay here and kiss you all day; that’s how much I like it.” She samples her lips. “You taste even better.”

“Um, I would say thanks, but you’re the first one whose ever told me these kind of compliments.” A few weak chuckles finish her sentence, before Spoon returns to her food like an automaton.

“Well, they should give you these kind of compliments, but not too often or I’ll get jealous, you know?”

No answers from the mare, just a weak chuckle.

“What’s wrong, Spoony?” Her heart skips a beat. The balance of the so-called “morning after” hangs on a tiny thread.

“Nothing, I was just thinking about stuff. About us.”

“Don’t think, Spoony. Remember what I said. Just let it be.”

“What?”

“What I’m saying is we shouldn’t the over-analyze everything. It was good, too good to be complicated.” She rests a hoof on her friend’s shoulder, “I care too much about you to do this.”

“Yeah, I think it’s better this way.” The way Spoon said it sounded perfectly rational, but something was missing from it. As if the passion in that statement was sucked right out of her heart and replaced with cold, brittle logic. “But, what I said last night doesn’t change.” She gives Tiara a soft kiss on the cheek, “I’m not giving up on you.”

“I know you won’t,” she says with incredible conviction, certain of her words like the setting of the Sun itself.

“Just like old times...” A sad smile frames Spoon’s look for only a brief moment. Too fleeting to be noticed by Tiara. “Like every time you wanted to do a tea party and I always rushed to your place. Always the two of us. Just the two of us.”

Why do you always remember me like that?

“Yeah! Only this time, you can have so much more than tea. You can have me...” she circles Spoon’s shoulder with her forelegs and plants another brief kiss on the grey mare’s lips, with barely any resistance. Barely any emotions, either, almost like Spoon is accepting her affection like a lifeless doll...

Doll...Doll...Bad Doll...The doll is bad, she’s not a doll, not a doll, not a doll, not a doll, she’s real, she loves me...

This startles the magenta mare so much that she grips Spoon in a tight, desperate hug, which makes her squeak. Her throat goes sore and a few tears escape her eyes, hoping that they’ll go unnoticed. It seems like an eternity for Tiara’s frenzied brain, but for Spoon it was only a couple of confusing seconds.

“Tiara! Are you alright? What happened?”

“Just hold me. Just stay there and hold me. I need you...”

The three magic words always work.

Spoon complies with care and compassion, sharing not a friendly hug, but a tender one, even rushing to her side to give her the affection she wants. Spoon starts stroking her mane as usual as Tiara to buries herself in her neck. Her heartbeat and the warmth of her coat fills Tiara’s senses and she again knows peace, like an old acquittance that she rarely sees, but whose every visit feels like a blessing. Her warmth makes short work of the wooden sensation from before.

She’s still her Spoony.

“Tiara,” Spoon whispers, “can I ask you something?”

“Anything you want, Spoony.”

“Do you love me? Because...Because I think I do. So much that it hurts.”

“I know it hurts.”

No other sounds, but the chirping of birds and the whistles of the wind. She really wants to answer, but answer what? Why doesn’t she just feel...ready for this?

It was so beautiful, why did you have to complicate it? Why, Spoony? Why do you still make me doubt?

Spoon leaves a few hours later with hardly a word, but a warm smile after she offers her a ride home.

Tiara waves at her, hoping to be noticed until the carriage is out of sight and until her forearm is weary and sore. Tiara runs back to her room and brings out the photo, reattaching the pieces with the help of tape and a few curses. As it turns out, the only distinguishable thing between the lines of tape and the badly arranged pieces, it’s Spoony’s warm, now wrinkled, smile.

The only thing worth seeing. At her left is a magenta and grey eyesore that hops around, but she’s not important for once.

“I love you too...” she whispers, crying. Finally, the right words and it was too late. Again with nopony to hear them: only wasted words and a lost chance.