The slow orchestral piece circulating through Canterlot Castle's grand ballroom barely registers in her mind. For her, the music is merely an excuse to be out there on the polished floor, one hand resting on Pipsqueak's shoulder while the other interlocks with his own outstretched hand. Their hooves shift and step slowly, tentatively; they only learned how to dance within the last week, but Sweetie Belle already knows that this won't be the last time they'll do it.
She thinks back to days that are fresh in her mind, even though they took place years ago. She remembers her secret place in the Whitetail Woods where she could take a break from crusading for a cutie mark that seemed like it would never come. That was her place to think, sometimes to cry, and always to pour her heart out through song. She never planned to sing. It came naturally, almost like it was easier for her than speaking sometimes. Nerves and self-doubt, however, kept her from sharing her talent with anypony else, save her two best friends.
Her voice had strength she didn't realize, though, and one day, she discovered that she had an observer: a young earth pony stallion with a Palomino coat, one that she recognized even though he didn't attend school with her. She'd seen him around town, but she hadn't really given him a second thought. At that age, it wasn't as though stallions talked to her without ulterior motives. Sweetie Belle really had turned out beautiful, a more natural and subdued beauty than her older sister, but she was shy and nervous around young stallions, and this newcomer startled her at first. To her surprise, he seemed interested in something other than her body, instead commenting on her incredible voice. She blushed and thanked him, and already, embers began to burn in her heart.
From then on, every time she went to her secret place, he was waiting. She didn't mind. They talked, they laughed, they became friends, and soon, she realized that she no longer looked forward to solitude and alone time in the Whitetail Woods. Now, she looked forward to her next conversation with Pipsqueak, as he'd introduced himself. More than anything, though, he encouraged her to share her gift of singing, and through gentle prodding and praise, he finally convinced her to enter the next school talent show. Needless to say, she blew away the audience with her ability as he stood in the wings the entire time, clapping and cheering louder than anypony else. She practically skipped off the stage and hugged him tight. Her heart took flight there, wrapped in his arms.
Their relationship grew and flourished, and it seemed natural when they began dating. Day after day, she found herself more cheery and joyful when she met him for a quick bite or a stroll through the park. For hours at a time, they would talk about anything and everything, sharing themselves with each other. The seeds of love had been planted, and they were beginning to bloom into something mysterious, strange, and beautiful. It was only a matter of time before he presented her with a ring and asked her to share the rest of her life with him. She, of course, happily said yes.
Now, she feels his gentle grip on her hip, and the sensation of his touch is exciting. They've been close for a long time, but they've kept themselves from giving in to their basest desires out of respect and commitment to one another. Now, at last, the knot has been tied. Friends and family have come out to celebrate their union. Princess Celestia herself presided over the ceremony. It's all wonderful, but she knows the best is yet to come.
Tonight, her heart will beat more rapidly than she's ever felt it beat before. She won't know whether to be nervous or excited, and she'll still feel ashamed at the thought of baring herself to the stallion she loves. Then, she'll look into his soft, calming eyes and know that everything will be all right, that she can trust him with every part of herself. Her hands will trace every muscle on his tall, thin body, and she'll remember all the spots that cause him to gasp or moan. He will explore her just as thoroughly, and she'll feel the heat in her rise as he finds all of her most sensitive and titillating places.
She'll stare in wonder at his endowment. It won't be anything more than average size, but since she hasn't seen any others to compare it to, she'll find herself incredibly hot and bothered by the sight of it and the thoughts of what it will feel like to have it inside her. Even she will be surprised when she starts to take the lead, telling him – gently – what positions to assume and where she wants him to touch her. He will go along with it because he's a gentlecolt, and she'll be even more attracted to him because of it. Her heat will rise; her desire will prove nearly overwhelming.
She will experience pain, sharp and sudden, and it will bring a tear to her eye. He will instantly wrap her in his arms and reassure her just as he did when her fears kept her from finding her voice, and he'll patiently wait for her to be ready before he continues. At last, the pain of her first time will subside, and the discomfort will numb and fade until it is replaced by the most intense pleasure she's ever felt. Her head will nearly explode from bliss.
It will all prove too much for her to handle, and in a span of minutes that feel like hours but are over all too quickly just the same, she will come. She's had orgasms before, courtesy of her own curious hand, but tonight, for the first time, she will well and truly come, driven over the edge by sheer satisfaction and incredible love.
That is yet to come. For now, she looks forward to the moments when she will enjoy the most private company of the stallion who holds her heart in his hands even as he holds her hip on the ballroom floor. For now, she sways gently in a slow dance with Pipsqueak, the pony who will become her lover tonight.
Pip squeezes Sweetie's hip a little tighter. He loves the feel of her body against his fingers; he always has. She's soft and warm, and inside her beats a heart filled with happiness. That's why he fell for her. Well, that and her voice.
He'd been wandering through the Whitetail Woods, taking a path he'd never before walked, when he heard it for the first time. At first, he was afraid that he'd died and an angelic chorus was leading him on the path to the afterlife, but after a quick check of his pulse, he realized that the sound was natural. A search of the nearby area led him to a clearing, and there he saw her. He'd seen the young mare before on days when he finished his home schooling early or his mother let him out of the house for some fresh air, but other than admiring her beauty for a moment, he hadn't given her a second thought. The dulcet tones pouring out of her mouth, however, made his heart skip. Already, embers began to burn deep within him.
He introduced himself properly, just like he'd been taught. His mother had raised him to be a gentlecolt after his father left when he was very little, and he followed that path closely. Mares needed to be treated with respect and good manners, but around Sweetie Belle (as she was called), he wanted to be even better. Something about her made him very, very cautious, but he did his best to be proper, not stiff and emotionless as he endeavored to follow all of his rules. Day after day, he returned to the clearing, hoping to see her again. When she wasn't there, he thought about her. When she was there, they spoke and laughed for hours at a time, hours that passed by too quickly.
She was shy and nervous about her singing. He wouldn't stand for that; such a magnificent voice needed to be heard by everypony, and he told her as much. He praised and prodded, gently giving her encouragement until she finally caved. He stood by her side backstage at the talent show as she paced and wrung her hands, always ready to give a reassuring smile. When she took her place in the spotlight and wowed the crowd with her vocal talent, he clapped and cheered louder than anypony else. His heart soared when she beamed and wrapped her arms around him in a huge, happy hug.
It would have been wrong to not ask her out on a date. Their first was more than enough of a reason for him to ask her on a second, then a third, until they scheduled a rendezvous nearly every day. Their relationship grew into something that he thought about from the time he woke up to the moment his head hit the pillow (and sometimes even longer than that). Every second that he spent with Sweetie Belle, he felt as though he could fly. She was kind, thoughtful, eager, determined, and incredibly beautiful. It was a natural step for Pip to purchase a ring and pop the question. He knew she'd accept the offer, but he was still elated when she did.
Now, it's starting to dawn on him that not only did she say yes, but they're finally husband and wife. He smiles wide as they carefully make their way around the dance floor. Her gorgeous dress, designed by her older sister of course, flows and flips with each step, but he barely notices anything other than the blushing face of the mare with whom he'll share his life. Tonight, however, he knows they'll share something very special, and the anticipation is terrifying and exhilarating.
Tonight, buttons and zippers, normally tools taken for granted or forgotten altogether, will become his worst enemy as he desperately tries to shed far too many layers of clothing. A comforting hand, however, will calm him down, and he will provide reassurances of his own when Sweetie blushes and admits that she's still ashamed. He'll tell her she can trust him, and he'll prove it with his gentle touch and his patience.
It will be difficult to hold back when he sees her body unclothed for the first time. He'll drink in the sight of her breasts, not overly large but perfectly rounded with perky, erect nipples begging to be touched, licked, and sucked. His eyes will trace down the outline of her subtle curves all the way down to her marehood, moist and winking with arousal. Every inch of her will feel his gentle caress, and each touch will burn into his memory. He'll learn the spots on her body that make her blush and squeal, and he'll make sure to pay extra attention to those. His own cheeks will flush red when her hands roam over him and do the same.
She'll surprise him with her initiative, but he'll do as she asks him. He is a gentlecolt, and he wants this experience to be the best it can for her. His penetration will be slow and steady, and he'll be shocked that he can keep his hips from bucking forward with force and gusto as he feels her warm, wet, tight inner walls grip his member for the first time. All the same, he'll pause when she cries out not in pleasure but pain, and his heart will break just a little bit. He'll hold her tight in his arms and whisper encouragement, something he's done many times before. This time, however, it's not as simple as stepping onto a stage, and he'll wait for as long as necessary until she tells him she's ready to go on.
Her heaving body; her moans and cries of ecstasy; her tightness surrounding his entire length and milking him for all he's worth; it will all prove incredibly difficult to handle. He will hold on as best he can, but eventually, the sensations and sounds will overwhelm him. In minutes that feel like hours but still pass far too quickly, he will reach his limit and come. He's a gentlecolt, not a prude, so he's pleasured himself in the past, but nothing will compare to the feeling of releasing his seed deep inside the mare he loves while she writhes atop him and cries out, signaling her own peak.
That is yet to come. For now, Pipsqueak looks forward to the time that he can finally be alone with his bride, but he will enjoy every second leading up to their private moments. For now, the anticipation builds inside him as he steps in sync with Sweetie Belle around the castle ballroom, relishing in the closeness of his wife. Their life together has just begun, but already, he knows it's going to be a wonderful, wonderful ride.
