Sparkler had been sad lately. His friends couldn’t explain why and when questioned he did not seem to give a proper answer either. Maybe it was something with his personal life, but he needed something to cheer him up. Motives didn’t matter anymore.
He’d spent that whole afternoon in his apartment. There stood the orange unicorn, lying slovenly on his luxurious brown fur couch and watching TV. He wasn’t paying much attention to what it displayed, every so often swapping channels, eating a few chocolates and sighing. His living room was quite big and had dark brownish red walls, resembling Sparkler’s favorite spice, cinnamon. There was something special about that spice that made him feel right at home. The rest of the room was filled with common furniture, that blended nicely with its walls. The only thing that really stood out was the sofa. It belonged to Sparkler’s dead grandmother, who used to have a great affection for it. It still had a tiny bit the smell of her old clothing, because she used to sit there for hours writing letters to some mysterious stallion every day, when she was alive.
Sparkler didn’t know what else to do. The holidays had just started. He had spent so much time planning things to do now, dreaming for these glorious days to come… yet now that they were actually there, he just didn’t feel the same will and commitment as did before. That’s usually how it always happened to our poor Sparkler. And on top of that he was also sad for no particular reason. Maybe from too much loneliness.
Suddenly, the apartment’s door bell ringed, loud as usual. It made Sparkler’s monotonous thoughts halt quickly. Finally something to break the cycle, he thought.
“Sparkler? Are you in there?” said a mare with a surprisingly smooth voice “I’ve heard about you and I thought I’d come and cheer you up.”
Sparkler didn’t recognize that sweet voice at first. He was sure he had heard it somewhere, sometime, but he couldn’t match it with anyone he knew. Wondering who in Equestria could have actually taken the time to pay him a visit, Sparkler ran to the door, replying, “Hold on, I’m coming.”
Using his own key spell, he unlocked the door, which slowly opened towards him with a slightly annoying noise. And there stood Agatha Spice, a light red coated mare with brownish slick gracious mane, and a tail no less beautiful. She had deep big blue eyes and a charming little smile, but bared a quite worried look on her face.
Immediately, her beauty caught the stallion’s attention. He couldn't stop looking into those eyes. Those big blue eyes…
“Is everything okay, sweetie…?” asked Agatha, feeling a little bit uncomfortable.
Her sweet voice made Sparkler wake up from that state, and hesitatingly reply “Erm I- you… I- I mean, good evening, miss.”
After Sparkler’s reaction, she giggled slightly and politely asked, “May I please come in? I’d be delighted to.”
Recovering his composure, the stallion quickly replied positively with a grin threatening to show up.
The unicorn mare proceeded then to slowly and graciously walk in. For a moment it looked like she was doing some naughty moves on purpose, suggestively showing off her flank a bit. But it was probably Sparkler’s mind playing some dirty tricks on him. Either way, that captured his attention, immediately dragging his orange eyes to that big round plot like a magnet. It looked very soft and inviting, especially when she walked like that. Involuntarily, Sparkler began drooling a bit, still amazed by that glorious sight. He simply couldn't stop, it was like he was under some kind of mysterious spell.
He then started to have some wild thoughts, only to be harshly interrupted by the mare’s voice:
“Sparkler? What are you doing??” said Agatha severely, with an expression Sparkler never thought he’d see on such a charming mare.
The stallion suddenly stopped glaring at her flank, only to realize in despair what he had just been caught doing. He started sweating quite heavily, as he stammered, “I just… I didn't… oh my gosh…”
Understanding he had no proper excuse to give, he bitterly continued, “I’m so sorry, I couldn't hold myself…”
Agatha walked up to him angrily, with heavy noisy steps that almost broke the wooden floor, leaving Sparkler in a very nervous state. She looked very annoyed and Sparkler could see what was coming… or could he?
Stopping very close to Sparkler, Agatha kept silence for a few seconds that seemed like minutes to him. Suddenly and very surprisingly, she made a big smirk face, along with closing her eyes half way, and seductively asked, “Did you like what you saw, Sparkie?”.
Caught by surprise, the stallion didn't even know what to answer, nor could he speak if he tried. He opened his mouth to say something, but he just couldn't, in shock. Sparkler started blushing immensely. Noticing his reaction, Agatha giggled a bit and started turning around slowly, in a gracious and suggestive way as always.
Still processing what just happened, Sparkler couldn’t keep his jaw up, leaving him with a stupid look in his face. That mare was just too beautiful and had too nice of a plot for any words to describe. His primordial instincts got the best of him, and so he started breathing heavier and faster.
Agatha was now lying in the luxurious couch, in such a way as to expose her flank completely but still hiding her genitalia. The colors of her coat blended amazingly well with the sofa. This sight made the already het up stallion very aroused, but what really got him in the mood was what Agatha said next, in the very soft and inviting voice of hers:
“Oh, but you haven’t seen the tiniest bit yet…!” so she whispered, while rubbing her delicate hoof in her big round flank, in a very slow and gentle circular motion, like a tender dance, inviting Sparkler to join her.
Exploding with anticipation, Sparkler started moving slowly towards the couch. His heart started beating very fast, expecting what came next. Agatha’s bedroom eyes got more intense as the stallion approached her, and feeling his slight doubt, she reassured him saying it was her first time and she was all his.
With a swift, predatory jump, Sparkler landed on the other end of the sofa and both started romantically cuddling. Without warning, Agatha kissed him quickly in his mouth, giving the stallion a slight taste of her inner, sweetest self.
“Has anyone told you your lips feel so soft and warm?” said Sparkler, looking increasingly eager to start the fun.
“No silly, because you’re the first to try them!” replied Agatha, always with that sweet seductive voice of hers. She then let out a few giggles, and charged back into the stallion's mouth, this time opening the way with her tongue to meet Sparkler’s. The stallion then started fencing off the intruder, in a slow romantic and wet tongue dance.
Although being her first time, Agatha’s skill in kissing was surprisingly good, matched only by her beauty. At least that’s what Sparkler thought, because it was his first time as well. Her slippery soft tongue tasted like cinnamon, which made this amazing experience unforgettable and unique to the lucky stallion. Could it get any better?
They kept kissing passionately for a few minutes, and eventually started to rub and press their bodies against the partner’s. Agatha moaned a bit, breathing faster than usual. This sudden excitement made a stream of fluid to go down the mare’s foreleg, to end up soaking both the sofa and a bit of Sparkler’s own foreleg. Feeling the strange gooey liquid, Sparkler stopped for a moment to look at it. A strong smell of cinnamon invaded his nose, making him twitch his eyes in delight. It was like she was the very incarnation of cinnamon itself.
Noticing his face, Agatha used once again her inviting warm voice to tell him how much she really desired Sparkler.
“Sparkler… I want you… I need you… inside me, now…” begged the mare, who then gave a long slow lick to Sparkler’s neck.
This was it. She’d had enough foreplay. She wanted more. She needed more. With no further delay, Agatha threw Sparkler off her with a swift but soft hoof push, laid on her back, spread her forelegs in a very inviting way, and let out a big gracious smile.
Again, a very strong smell of cinnamon flooded the room when more fluid ran down her marehood. Sparkler couldn’t resist licking a bit of it. It tasted like the purest of spices, making him even more aroused and amazed than he already was.
Agatha by this time was gazing at the stallion’s mighty erection. The thought of what came next made her drool uncontrollably and breathe even deeper and faster.
“Come on, big colt, don’t make the filly wait… Let’s do it!” said the mare, hoping that this was it.
It was. Sparker couldn't hold himself any longer either and, with a strong swift movement, got on top of her. He then proceeded to slowly insert his hard muscle into Agatha’s glorious plot. The pleasure the stallion got from feeling the mare's twat’s slippery walls surrounding his erection was overwhelming. Sparkler let out a few moans of delight and pleasure, while the mare giggled and let out little gasps of pleasure as well. The deeper it went, the louder her moans became. She was enjoying every inch of it.
After the initial insertion, they stood there a few seconds looking deeply into each other’s eyes. They could see how much their partner loved it. Sparkler started then thrusting in and out, first slowly, then increasingly fast. Agatha could no longer hold her screams of pleasure, and neither did the stallion. They kept going on like that, between gasps, moans and screams, for minutes that seemed to last forever. Time just seemed to stop to both the young lovers.
Suddenly, both ponies felt a huge wave of heat rush down their bodies. They knew what it was. In almost the same words, they said at the same time that they were about to cum. Soon enough it happened, accompanied with huge screams of orgasmic pleasure from both unicorns. Puddles of bodily fluids soaked the ponies and the luxurious couch, mixing together in a thick, moist goo.
Exhausted, they both collapsed, not being able to catch their breath in between the gasps and screams of pleasure, Sparkler on top of Agatha’s smooth pony body.
After, they hugged each other very tightly, while looking again intensely at the partner’s eyes. They both looked extremely tired but no less happy.
“You were… amazing…!” exclaimed Agatha, still catching her breath. “I think I love you… do you love me too, Sparkie?”
Sparkler couldn't deny anything to those puppy eyes, he wouldn't even if she hadn't used that trick. The smell of her cinnamon body had gotten the best of him since the very beginning.
“I love you too, my sweet spice… I love you too…”
