A Lover's Choice

NOTE: You have chosen to stay faithful to Lotus.

Your head is spinning with questions. There are only two things that stand out to you - Aloe, lying suggestively on her bed, awaiting your answer, and the door, which you could simply walk out of and never speak of this awkward moment again. You’d like to think this is a difficult choice, seeing as you would be turning down a whole night of pleasure, but deep down, you know this is the easiest decision in the world.

You slide off her bed, placing your hooves on the floor, “Sorry Aloe. This isn’t right.” you shake your head apologetically, “I can’t hurt Lotus like that. Even if she never finds out, I don’t think I’d be able to live with myself.”

Aloe hesitates for a moment, showing off a brief look of surprise, possibly even offence, before she picks herself up from her lying position. “Are you sure? You‘re honestly going to just turn me down? Really?”

“We already kissed once, Aloe, and I feel bad enough for that already!” you argue back, “I admit you‘re attractive, hot even! But I can‘t pick you over Lotus.” You take a deep breath, knowing exactly what you’re about to say. Knowing exactly how true it is. “I love her, and I‘m not gonna risk losing that.”

Looking back at her, you can’t help but think something isn’t right; why is she smiling after being refused?

“You know what?” Aloe says with a faint beam, sliding herself off the bed, “I think you’re just the one she’s been looking for all this time.”

“Huh?”

“I think you and Lotus are really meant to be together. She’s always wanted somepony who was actually faithful,” she silkily saunters over to her wardrobe, and gives it a delicate knock with her hoof, “What you do think, sister? Would you say he‘s the right one for you?”

You figure out what’s happening before the wardrobe door even creaks open; the familiar, blue coated mare just stands there in its doorway, her face sullen and wordless, her eyes directed at the floor. She saw the whole thing. Heard every word.

The seconds crawl by as she trots silently, sadly towards you. Her eyes pick up from the floor to meet yours, with the telltale glint of somepony’s eyes starting to water. Wordlessly, her fore-hooves wrap around you in a slight embrace as she buries her face into the curve of your neck. Your hooves pick themselves off the floor, and awkwardly hug her in return.

“Did you mean it?” her words come out as a muffle, “When you said you loved me?”

Her hug tightens as she speaks, but a soft squeeze is all she can muster. You gently squeeze back.

“I meant it all, Lotus.” you release your grip from her, and look into her eyes. The tears flow freely down her cheeks, but they’re not tears of sorrow. Not when she’s smiling so. “You know how much I love you, even without… well… this.” You gesture outwards, pointing out the whole situation. “You didn’t need some silly test to prove that.”

“Sorry,” she whispers, “I just wanted to know for sure. I’ll make it up to you, I swear.”

She then leans toward you, pushing her lips against your own as you hold her. A kiss that felt familiar to you. A kiss that felt right.

“Um, do you two want me to leave?” Aloe’s voice breaks the ambience. You look up from your heart-warming moment to realise you’re still in Aloe’s room.

“It’s alright, We‘ll leave you be now,” Lotus tells her sister, “Thank you for your help, but I think my boyfriend and I rather be in my room,” you feel a soft, blue hoof reach out to stroke the side of your face, “I believe we have some… making up to do.”

*******

Lotus’ room is lit only by her bedside lamp. The room itself is clean and organised, with only one thing that needed adding to make the scene perfect; you and her.

She gently guides you to the centre of her room, pushing you onto her neatly made bed’s sheets. She tells you to lie down on your belly. Who are you to argue?

As soon as you are comfortable, her experienced hooves press into your upper spine, massaging and kneading the pressure points of your back. Her touch is firm, yet perfectly placed, reminding you of why you fell in love with her in the first place. You sigh contently with each knead, each push, each stroke she makes as she works her way down your back. She knows just how you like it.

The night flows by peacefully, blissfully, until you feel her shift from behind you. You tilt your head slightly to look, only to see her on top of you, her hips enticingly close to yours as she presses your back with both fore- hooves. The little tension that remains in your back drains away with a faint crack. The warmth of her body covers you as she leans forward, and starts to work on the back of your neck, between your crest and withers.

You can never be sure whether it’s because of your affection for Lotus, or maybe it’s the way she does it, but you never accept massages from anyone else. Not even her twin was capable to doing it quite like her. The worries from your encounter with Aloe melt away as Lotus does what she does best. You’d return the favour if you were a masseuse like her, yet deep down, after all that’s happened, your love for her is the greatest gift you can bring.

Speaking of love…

You turn yourself over, interrupting the massage, and bring yourself face to face with her. Lotus keeps her balance on top of you, her forelegs resting over each of your shoulders. Your lightly hold her with your own fore-hooves, bringing her face closer to your own. She pushes herself forward, lowering into a kiss that warms you from the inside. You know the taste that teases you from behind her lips; sweet, yet strong. You find yourself caught off-guard when you feel Lotus’ tongue pressing against your lips; usually it’s you who takes that step forward. Either way, you’re more than happy to let her in.

Your tongues dance that romantic, well-practiced routine you’ve come to know and love, this time with a slight difference. Lotus feels like she‘s building up to something. Something special. When she wraps her bedcovers around you both, you realise the treat you‘re in store for.

You’ve been dating Lotus for exactly six months, but not once has she gone this far with you. Tonight, you proved how faithful you are to her, turning down the sultry advances of her sister. You proved to her that you were in the relationship for love, rather than just sex. And love is exactly what you’re going to make with her. Right now.

Her silky hoof traces its way down your body, past your ribs, your stomach, until it brushes against something very personal of yours. Something personal and rapidly growing with a steady throb. Even more so when she rhythmically caresses it with her massage-experienced hooves. You let loose a few short, quiet moans between kisses, revealing to her how much pleasure you were gaining from this; a lot.

Lotus had always said she’d never done anything like this before, but for a knowledgeable masseuse like her, it probably wasn’t difficult to get the hang of. Your breath quickens as the minutes pass, along with the mounting pressure within your sensitive, solid rod. Her hooves work their way up your shaft, before feverishly rubbing your twitching tip. You barely manage to turn your cries of arousal into words.

“L-Lotus, I’m c- ah! W- wait!”

She halts her fine work, just before you find it too much to take. You manage to pull yourself back from the brink, save for a single warm bead that trickles down you. After taking a small moment to catch your breath and steady your nerves, you rearrange your position with Lotus, lying on top of her, your hips readied against hers.

You give her an enquiring glance. She nods. Go for it.

Her blush deepens as you slide in, her sighs gratefully panting in time with your rhythm. Over time, her hips begin to move with your own, both you and her raising the pace of each thrust. The sounds escaping from her lips grow louder and louder; you try your best not to let them overcome you, as you make the night last as long as you can.

After a while - you can’t tell how long - you look up to see how Lotus is faring. Your partner seems lost in her own ecstasy, her moaning reaching a climax as she writhes. Before long, you start to break too, driving yourself into her, faster, deeper, your lust directing your every action.

Lotus’ back arches as a wave of pleasure ripples through her. You feel your shaft getting warmer and slipperier from within her as she shivers from her release. Your body reaches its limit - a few thrusts later and the orgasm hits you like a crash, jarring your senses as you burst inside her.

You begin to feel yourself drain, the exhaustion finally catching up on you. Your heart racing from the experience, you lie down next to your lover, who holds you in her blue hooves.

You both remain in her bed, catching your breath, enjoying each other’s body heat. She didn’t need words to convey her next message, but a gentle nuzzle and a satisfied sigh as you both lie there together, waiting for your tiredness to lull you into a slumber, ending your perfect night.

You’re the stallion she‘s been waiting for.

(Congrats, you got the good ending! It just goes to show that being a nice guy will always have the best outcome in the end. Oh! And you have a massage fetish now, by the way.) - Crowley