It's Quiet Now, All I Hear is Raindrops
You slam down the mug of cider with a force you normally wouldn't consider, causing the golden, almost honey-coloured brew to froth and slosh over the rim. You receive a couple of curious glances from a group of three stallions and a man sitting at a round table playing poker, but you ignore them. They don't know what you had just gone through, nor do you want them to.
A sharp crack brings your attention back to your drink. You look around and try to find out where it came from. Only after you hear it again do you realize that the crack is coming from the mug of cider, the one that is currently in your death grip—your knuckles are white and you think you see a couple of cracks spread throughout the handle. Mumbling apologies to no one in particular, you unclench your fist and remove it from the mug handle before you accidently snap it off.
You move your drink aside and place your head in your hands, your elbows resting on the worn and pitted table to keep your head aloft.
What went wrong?
You asked yourself that question many times over the last few hours, yet you still can't think of an answer.
It couldn't have been you—certainly not. You are the most caring and compassionate person out there. At least, that's what people—and ponies—tell you. You don't see it yourself, but after all of your close friends and even occasional acquaintances mentioned it, you were forced to reluctantly agree.
Could it—could it have been him?
Unbidden, unwanted pictures of his face pops into your vision. His short, blond hair, piercing blue eyes, roguish grin—everything that you had loved about him seems amplified, enhanced. You squeeze your eyes shut, making his face disappear into static and meaningless colour.
No, it couldn't have been him. He was perfect. Too perfect. Everything he did made sense; every action planned, every word charming, every smile breathtaking. Even when he decided to break it off after three perfect years, it still makes sense to you. It always made sense—
"Excuse me Miss," begins a male voice that wasn't his, breaking you out of your unpleasant reverie, "are you okay?"
"Y–Yes," you hastily reply. "I'm fi—"
A hiccup interrupts your sentence.
"—fine."
You sit up straight, shifting your weight slightly into a more comfortable position on the bar stool. Your vision swirls a little and you feel a bit off-balance, but otherwise, you feel fine. The lightheaded feeling that creeped up on you an hour ago was starting to become familiar. Familiar and comfortable.
"Are you sure? You seem a bit out of it..."
You take a moment to look at who was speaking to you. He has raven black hair, swept to the side as if by wind, and he appears to tower over you: even though you are a foot off the ground, sitting on the bar stool, you still have to look up. His stature is relaxed and friendly, and his coat reminds you of your old English teacher's back at university—it's brown, buttoned, and even has the elbow reinforcements.
You swallow nervously. "Yes—yeah. I'm fine. Really."
He raises an eyebrow, but doesn't dispute your claim. "Alright, if you say so." He begins to walk away, but stops and looks back after a few steps. "If you need a ride, don't hesitate to ask, okay?" he adds as an afterthought.
You nod, not trusting yourself to speak. He nods back, then continues back to his seat, which is at the round table with the three stallions. Their quiet murmurs are drowned out when you take a sip of your neglected drink, making a face as you do so. You never were a heavy drinker, and the cider at this bar is a lot stronger than what you're used to.
As you slowly but surely whittle down your mug of cider, you don't pay attention to your surroundings, only the drink that you're trying to lose yourself in.
When you feel a weight on your shoulder, you twist in surprise, nearly falling off your seat in the process. Thankfully, it seems that whomever touched your shoulder was prepared for that; they catch you with a single blocky arm, and help you sit back upright.
"Jeez. I didn't think you'd react like that," says a playful, female voice.
You turn and look at the newcomer, blinking rapidly and squinting, trying to see through the hazy blur that seems to surround everything now. Eventually, the newcomer reveals itself to be a pony—a pegasus, to be exact.
"Oh..." you say quietly, mostly to yourself. You didn't expect the person to be a pony. To be honest, you aren't sure what you were expecting: You just knew that it wasn't a pony. "Um... hi?"
She grins, her muzzle stretching wide. "Well, hello to you too!"
You don't know how to respond to that. Why was this pegasus so friendly? What does she want? And what did she mean, 'react like that?'
You decide to ask the last question first.
"How did you think I was goin—going to react?" you ask. You frown after you speak. Why are your words so difficult?
Your attention drifts back towards your surroundings and the nearly empty glass in front of you. Oh yeah. That was why.
"Well, for starters," begins the pegasus, "most ponies—err, people—don't almost fall flat on their flanks when someone taps them on the shoulder." Her tone is friendly, boisterous, and welcoming, unlike some of the more conservative ponies that hadn't wanted the two-way Equis-Earth immigration laws to be passed.
"Oh! Uh, y-yeah, sorry about that. You just... startled me. That's all."
She waves off your apology with a flick of her hoof. "No apology needed. It was my fault, anyway."
You disagree, but you keep your opinion to yourself. You take the brief lull in your conversation to observe the pony.
Her coat is the colour of gold, and her mane and tail are a clear, clean cyan. Your briefly make eye-contact with her, and before you break it and look away, you notice that her eyes are the same colour as her mane and tail. The pony's position on the bar stool seems kind of awkward; she's sitting in an imitation of a human's pose, and it doesn't look comfortable to you. She doesn't seem bothered by it, though. In fact, she looks rather relaxed.
You don't want to be overly forthright, but you see no other alternative on how to ask. "D-Do you want something...?"
She laughs again. "I was just wondering what a pretty lady like yourself is doing in a bar all on your lonesome," she says with a smile.
The compliment makes you blush and look away. "I—I don't want to talk about it," you manage to mutter.
"Hey now, don't be like that!" she exclaims, earning a few shushes from the other patrons. She pointedly ignores them. "When something's bothering you, the worst thing you can do is clam up about it."
You say nothing, mulling over her words. What harm could it do? She seemed friendly enough, but then again...
"Come on, tell Raindrops what's wrong."
You sighed. You had to give the mare credit: she was persistent. Giving her the benefit of the doubt, you decide to open up and tell 'Raindrops' exactly what went wrong.
"Well..."
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"...and now here I am," you finished. The story leaves a bitter taste in your mouth, which you wash away with the remainder of your glass of cider. Raindrops ended up ordering another one for you in the middle of your retelling. She even offered to pay for it all, which was very nice of her.
"So," Raindrops begins nonchalantly, "where are you staying?"
"At a hotel—" You stop abruptly, realizing that you are most definitely not staying at that hotel.
Raindrops raises an eyebrow at your sudden halt, but doesn't say anything, allowing you to continue.
"I... don't know where I'm going to stay," you admit sheepishly. The thought of where you were staying hadn't crossed your mind. "Is there an inn or a hostel nearby that I can stay at...?" you ask.
The pegasus makes a pfft sound. "I can't in good conscience let you wander around the town looking for a place to stay," she says. "You can stay with me for tonight." After a second, she adds, "Y'know... if you want..."
You're surprised at her generous offer. Thinking for a second, you think you see a problem.
"But... you're a pegasus," you state.
"Yes? And?"
"Well... don't you all live in cloud homes?" you ask.
She doubles over with laughter onto the bar table. Her laugh is a musical, yet husky sound. After righting herself and wiping a tear from her eye, she asks, "You're really not from around here, are you?"
You shake your head.
"I figured as much. Only tourists think that all Pegasi live in the clouds." She waves the waiter over, a tall stallion with a monocled eye, and hands him a bunch of bits from her saddlebag. "While it's true that some of us live in cloud cities, like Cloudsdale or Cumulus," Raindrops continues, "most of us live on the ground like everypony else."
"Oh," is all you can say. After a few moments of silence, you ask, "So where do you live, exactly?"
The pegasus grinned mischievously. "You'll see," is all she says. She gets off of the barstool, and asks, "Do you have all your stuff?"
You nod.
"Well then: let's go!" With that, Raindrops pushes the door open, holding it for you to exit alongside her.
You don't spare the bar behind you a second glance. If you did, you might've seen the tall man with the black hair staring after you, a slack-jawed expression on his face.
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"Here we are!" Raindrops announces as she unlocks the doors and steps inside. You aren't sure how she can handle and operate a doorknob, let alone a key, but you don't ask, thinking it might be rude. You step inside and look around while Raindrops continues further in.
Raindrops' house is pretty basic: there's a living room with an extra long couch, a kitchen with a fridge and a stove, a small dining room with an equally small chair, and a hallway leading to parts unknown. The wallpaper is beige, and the living room floor is covered in a plush, grey carpet—the rest is laminated hardwood.
You slip off your coat and your shoes, placing them on an awaiting coat hanger and floor mat respectively. Raindrops' bag is leaning against the couch.
As you close the door behind you, you look around and walk in a bit further. You feel awfully unsteady on your feet—and the wave of nausea that just hit you only amplifies that. Seeking balance, you brace yourself on the nearby couch. When your hand touches something cold and plastic-y, instead of the fuzzy fabric of the couch, you blink away the stars in your eyes and look. You flush profusely when you realize what it is.
Lying face down, cover up on the side of the couch is a 'Manehattan Mare' magazine. Pictures of female ponies in many compromising positions litter the front and the back, including one extra-large picture of a hungry-looking unicorn massaging an open-mouthed pegasus along the base of her wings.
"You humans look so cute when you blush," Raindrops says with a wink, returning from wherever she disappeared to.
If anything, that causes you to blush even deeper. "Uh... um... I-uh—"
Raindrops laughs and flops onto the couch. She stretches languidly, ending with a tail flick. After that, she pats an empty seat cushion beside her, evidently intending for you to join her on the admittedly small couch.
Slightly unsure, you sit down hesitantly, crossing your legs in the process. "What are we—?" you begin to ask, only to be interrupted by Raindrops once more.
"You know what I most like about you humans?" she asks, acting like you hadn't begun speaking. Maybe you hadn't. After all, you're feeling awfully tipsy at the moment. Heck, you aren't even sure if this is really happening or just a part of some vivid dream.
Answering, you shake your head.
"You all seem so innocent."
You weren't too sure how to respond to that, so you simply nod, somewhat jerkily, as that seems to be the best answer that you can cohesively create. Raindrops obviously hasn't travelled to Earth's larger cities where pollution, crime, and other things are abundantly problematic. True, you hadn't been there in nearly an entire month, but you doubt that the politicians who run your home country got their stuff together in such a short period of time.
Raindrops beckons you closer with a hoof. Although she's splayed out on the couch, taking up two of the three cushions, you somehow manage to lean over with your head near hers. You're curious as to what the pegasus has to say, and what traits of humans she finds innocent.
Distracted, you don't notice Raindrops gently jerk her right hind leg into your supporting arm—the one that is keeping you suspended above the pony. Without even time to let out a yelp, you fall the short distance between Raindrops and yourself. Suddenly, your face is mere inches away from hers, and your body is very nearly moulded to Raindrops'. You can feel her sweat through your clothing.
"Umm—" is all you can say before the pegasus cuts you off by pushing her muzzle into your face and locking you in a kiss.
Surprised, you don't react right away, and instead allow the pony to continue her smooch. It's one of the strangest sensations you've ever felt: soft, from her lips and the fine fur around her mouth; rough, from the force that she's kissing you with and the strange feeling of her tongue entangling with yours; and another, blazing-hot sensation that feels something like passion.
You lock eyes with her for a moment, and lose yourself in the two cyan orbs—they're deep and clear, like you're looking into a lake.
When she refocuses her eyes and sees you staring at her, you feel her muzzle shift into a grin. "Like I said before," she begins, breaking the contact between both of your lips. A single strand of saliva links you both together.
"Innocent."
You pant and whimper softly from Raindrops' passionate kiss. The mix of alcohol and lack of air in your lungs makes you feel dizzy, but you don't care overmuch: After the horrible events that unfolded tonight, the sudden show of affection, along with the mare staring lustfully into your eyes makes you feel wanted—and loved. The only thing on your mind is to go in with the same amount of passion and aggression. You want to, at least for now, forget everything and anything to do with him.
As you make up your mind regarding what to do next, a sly smile spreads across your face, reaching your eyes for the first time tonight.
"I'll show you innocent," you say as you lean in and kiss her back, which for you is an unprecedented amount of assertion. Your tongue pushes aggressively into her mouth, wrestling hers for control over her mouth. Seemingly of its own accord, your hand slowly makes its way up Raindrops' neck, slowly but surely, savouring the feel of her soft coat. From there, your hand continues upwards, entangling its fingers within her silky, almost liquid feeling mane.
Raindrops, surprised at first, lets you take control of the kiss as she uses one of her hooves to trail down your chest and stomach to your pants line. She works your shirt up, making sure to let her hoof lightly scrape against your skin. It feels unlike anything else you've felt before: it's simultaneously soft and electric, like a statically charged shirt. The sudden sensation makes you gasp in Raindrops' mouth causing her to break away for a moment.
"You’ve never rutted a pony... have you?" Raindrops asks, staring deep into your eyes. The straight-and-to-the-point question knocks you off guard. Well, what little guard you have left.
"N-No," was all your mind would allow you to say.
She grins knowingly. "Then don’t worry, let me take care of everything; I promise I’ll be gentle—at first." Raindrops crawls out from under you and gently forces you onto your back as she continues the passionate kiss you are both sharing.
Raindrops continues up your body, dragging your shirt along with. You arch your back a little to assist her with the removal progress. Managing to awkwardly extricate yourself out of the shirt after having to suggestively wiggle around—which you're sure Raindrops appreciates, if her hungry gaze is anything to judge by—you toss it aside, revealing the bra and bare skin underneath. The cool air on your now bare stomach causes a shiver to go both up and down your spine.
"Human clothing can be such a pain to work with," Raindrops murmurs, "but whatcha gonna do? I can work with this for a little bit, at least..."
She begins to kiss ever so slowly down your neck, dragging her tongue over every other spot she kisses, causing you to lightly whimper from her continuous treatment. Your hands begin to travel from her mane to her shoulders, then to her wings: you remember the picture from the dirty magazine that started this whole ordeal.
Swallowing nervously, you let your fingers rub over the bases of her wings and are immediately rewarded when Raindrops lets out a sudden gasp then an adorable, soft moan.
"Don’t s-stop," she groans before resuming her systematic kissing up and down of your neck.
You follow your orders obediently for a few minutes, but stop when you realize that your awfully tight-fitting jeans are making your moist panties cling uncomfortably to your folds.
In your passion-drunk stupor, you can only move your hips against Raindrops, who pauses her delicate assault on your neck, then giggles and nods when she realizes what you're implying. The pegasus moves down your body and attempts to grab the button of your pants with her hooves. Letting out a snort, Raindrops abandons undoing it with her hooves in favour of using her mouth. When she sees your surprised expression, she winks at you and pops open the cusp with ease. The same quickly goes for the zipper.
You watch her use a hoof to slowly slide your jeans down and off. You let out an unintentional whine: the sight of the pretty pegasus staring at your drenched panties sends a bolt of pre-emptive pleasure down the entirety of your body.
"You get worked up pretty easily," Raindrops states. "All the more fun for me, then!"
Without warning, Raindrops leans in and presses her snout up against your wet folds, taking a deep whiff of your arousal. You let out a plaintive moan and buck your hips in an attempt to get her muzzle deeper.
Raindrops gives you a sultry glance. "Mind if I have a—" she smiles and licks her lips tantalizingly, "–taste?" She bats her eyelashes and continues her lustful gaze as she awaits your permission.
A deep blush makes its way across your cheeks. You jerkily nod your head 'Yes.'
"That innocent look only makes me want to rut you faster!"
Hearing Raindrops' words makes you quiver with excitement. Although the last time you were with another female was back in university, you remember enjoying the brief experimental phase. In fact, you weren't sure why you stopped...
Raindrops leans in and starts licking and nibbling your inner thighs, making you squirm and moan. You're instantly reminded that this wasn't university, wasn't another human female, and wasn't even Earth. You never considered or even thought that you'd ever be with another female, let alone a female pony.
"My oh my," Raindrops says huskily. "Someone's sensitive... If you're enjoying it this much already, then I've got a surprise for you..."
You have to agree that you are really starting to enjoy this. So what if you were two different races? Wasn't everyone—and everypony—entitled to being with anyone or anypony they wanted, if it made them happy?
Your train of thought crashes as Raindrops continues working her way up to your thigh before working back down the other. Oh, it feels so good! How could something as simple as that feel so good?!
The pegasus stops for a moment, making you sit up and wonder why. You soon realize that Raindrops was simply repositioning herself to begin working on the main course. She sees you watching and grins mischievously before breathing onto your sodden panties and the wet crevice beneath.
You let out a quivering yelp as you feel her hot breath, gripping the couch cushions harder when she returns back to your inner thighs, so close yet so far away...
Slowly, oh-so-slowly, Raindrops pulls your panties down and away with her mouth, giving you a small lick that sends a jolt of pleasure through you in the process. You try to help worm the soaked undergarments down faster, but after getting them entangled, you just lie back and let the pegasus work her methodical magic.
Finally free of the pesky panties, Raindrops places her head on your stomach and smiles. You can feel the soft fur of her neck pressing up against you—if it was dry before, it is most certainly wet now.
"Ready?" she asks.
You gulp and nod.
"You're going to have to do better than that," she says, lazily tracing her hoof over your stomach and bellybutton. The electric tingles make you clench your legs that much tighter. "I want to know that you want it. Tell me you want it."
"I-I want it." You say this barely above a whisper level.
"Louder."
"I want it."
"Louder!"
"I want it!" you yell, pleading with the teasing mare. After realizing that you exclaimed that much louder than you intended, you add after a silence, "P-Please?"
"Aren't you just adorable," Raindrops says as she looks up at your pleading eyes, smiling. Before you can respond, she lifts her head off of your stomach and plunges her muzzle right where you want it to go and immediately starts working on your dripping slit.
The sudden sensation of her long, rough-and-soft-at-the-same-time tongue on your pussy makes you want to scream in pleasure. It feels better than you could ever imagine, better than anything! Trying to keep some semblance of control over yourself, you bite down on your index finger, although that doesn't stop the gasps and moans that keep coming out of your throat.
You breathe in sharply as Raindrops' magical tongue rolls over your clit. Noticing your extreme sensitivity there, she works it continuously. As she alternates between your main folds and your button, you stop attempting to stifle your moans, and instead let everyone, whether they be human or pony, know just how good you're feeling. The intense pleasure Raindrops is giving you makes you grind against her tongue over and over again.
Her tongue is the single greatest thing in your life at the moment. It's perfect: surprisingly long, experienced—it makes you want to erupt like a volcano. Feeling a familiar pressure building up deep within your loins, your hands habitually make their way to your breasts. You attempt to undue your bra, but you can't concentrate well enough to unhook the straps; your hands are shaking, no, your whole body is shaking. You end up kneading your twin mounds underneath the bra, feeling and gently pinching your erect nipples.
Suddenly, Raindrops shoves her tongue into your dripping wet hole as far as she can, exploring every inch as she buries it deep into your womanhood.
"Oh Celestia, you taste so good," she murmurs from between your thighs.
The overwhelming build-up of tension, combined with Raindrops' words and the constant slurping noises she's making is enough to send you over the edge. You can't hold it back; the sensations are a tidal wave, sweeping past your barriers. As your pussy quivers and releases into Raindrops waiting mouth, you moan and grip the couch with your hands while simultaneously tightening your legs around her neck. You buck your hips into her and squeeze her neck like a steel vice, forcing every last drop of your nectar down her throat.
It feels like an eternity later when you finally climb down from your intense climax. Panting from exhaustion, you relax your aching and clenched muscles—specifically your legs, which are still clenched around Raindrops. You blink the sweat out of your eyes and brush aside a lock of hair as you watch her stand up. She looks at you lustfully, then slowly licks her lips in a clockwise motion. You can see glistening patches on the fur around her face.
Raindrops slowly crawls over you, her soft and sweat covered underbelly brushing against your chest. She locks you in a kiss, and you can taste yourself on and around her tongue. After entangling her beautiful and wondrous tongue with yours, she breaks the kiss, another strand of saliva shared between you and her—just like the first time.
"Did you enjoy yourself?" she asks, a pleased expression on her face.
You nod, at a loss for words.
"Not talking, eh? Let's see if we can rectify that later. In the mean time—" she turns around and lays down on top of you, "—it's my turn."
Raindrops' already wet folds are only centimetres from your lips and protected only by her tail, yet all you can think about is how surprisingly light she is. You wonder about this until Raindrops wiggles her behind suggestively, reminding you that there are better things that you could be doing.
Thinking about how the pegasus teased you at first, you trail your fingers along the contours of her firm flank. "I want to know that you w-want it," you say, parroting what she had said to you earlier. "Tell me you want it."
You feel Raindrops twist to look back at you. "Like to play role-reversal, do we?" she asks. You smile in response. Smiling herself, Raindrops says, "Well, I'll show you how to do it properly."
She clears her throat. "P-please," she begs, her tone plaintive, "I-I want it so bad!" She wiggles again, making her flesh jiggle right in front of your face, then flicks her tail to the side. You're amazed at how similar it looks to yours. "Please, make me cum! Make me—"
Satisfied with Raindrops' performance, you lean forward and shove your tongue deep in-between her folds, causing Raindrops to gasp in delight. You don't completely remember how to do it, and being in a drunken haze isn't helping anything either; what you lack in experience however, you attempt to make up for with zest and enthusiasm. Your tongue penetrates as deeply as it can go, squirming and wriggling around along her inner walls.
From the squeals of ecstasy that are coming from the pegasus you're currently eating out, you're pretty sure it's working.
The taste is nothing like how you remember: it's sweet, and almost tangy, like pineapple or some other exotic fruit. You have to admit that it isn’t bad at all, and certainly not what you expected. You continue tasting her by wiggling your tongue deep inside her folds, then pulling out and lapping up some of the missed juices before jamming your tongue right back in again.
Her throaty moans are enough to start your juices running again: you just climaxed, but from the situation and the musical whines of joy coming from Raindrops, you feel ready again. As if reading your mind, she breaks off mid-moan and begins to lightly suckle your clit. You moan yourself, and respond by doubling your enthusiastic tonguing.
You keep this up for as long as you can, which is until your tongue becomes a lead weight and you struggle to give Raindrops the same treatment that she gave you. Panting, you remove your tongue out of her marehood, to her immediate displeasure. Her whine sounds like a dog being kept from their favourite chew-toy. Getting an idea, you begin to slowly caress her flank with one hand, paying special attention to the three raindrops of her cutie mark. With your other appendage, you trace the outline of her folds teasingly before suddenly and surely sliding a finger into her.
Her upper lips squeal with delight, and her lower lips squelch as they clench around your digit.
"M-More!" you hear her groan before she puts her entire mouth around your pussy, sucking and coaxing your juices out.
Your muscles twinge from Raindrops' attention. Not wanting to be outdone in the enthusiasm department, you add another finger before you start pumping them into her, methodically in and out; every so often, you rotate them, making her moan a little louder. It's wet and rubbery on your fingers: the feeling is unfamiliar, but you keep at it.
You both continue your onslaughts on the other's sex. Unfortunately, you can start to feel an explosion bubbling inside of you again, already. You decide to pick up the pace and add a third finger as well. She starts pumping harder into your awaiting fingers, moaning louder with every push against your thrusts. Raindrops retaliates by eating you out much more aggressively than the first time, causing you to react similarly.
"I-I’m gonna cum!" she yells as she starts to shake—her strong hind legs are quivering and her tonguing of your pussy becomes more erratic and unpredictable. Wanting to make her orgasm as memorable as possible, you add your tongue to your three fingers. When she suddenly gasps and clenches her muscles, you give her the same courtesy she gave you by doing your best to swallow every drop of her sweet nectar as it flows out of her marehood and into your mouth. The taste is still sweet to you, and when you close your eyes, you can imagine that your gulping down an exotic fruit drink that was left out in the Sun.
Panting and sighing in pleasure, Raindrops brings a hoof up and begins to rub it gently over your pussy, paying special attention to your clit. The feeling is indescribable—it's electric, soft, and it sends jolts of pleasure down your body, easily pushing you over the edge the second time. You raise your ass into the air as you cum, and Raindrops' mouth follows you. After climaxing, you sink back down into the couch cushions as the pegasus slowly laps the excess fluids that are leaking from your dripping folds.
You both lay there, content with simply enjoying the climb back down from cloud nine. After you both regain your senses and breaths, Raindrops extricates herself off of your body and flops back onto the couch cushions, her tongue lolling gently from her mouth. She looks over at you and smiles. You do the same.
"Is that it?" you pant, taunting her. You see her eyes sparkle like sunlight glinting off of a lake.
"I was just about to ask you the same thing. Hmm... I've always wanted to try something, and I think you're perfect for it..."
Raindrops tells you to lift your legs into the air and spread them apart. You follow her order unquestioningly, wondering where she's going with this, undoing your pesky bra in the process. You quickly realize what she's implying when she shuffles close to you on the couch, with her own hind legs spread, and plants herself against you; she's facing you and her crevice is pressing against yours. You can feel her sex juices leaking onto your folds and mixing with your own fluids. You stare into Raindrops' lust filled eyes, of which you're sure that yours carry the same intensity, reflected.
Without warning, she begins to grind against your sensitive slit with her own pussy. Your moans match each other as you stay fixated on each other's gaze, hardly blinking. The feeling of your warm bodies pressing against each other and her sweat covered fur feels amazing. As Raindrops bucks against you, it feels like heaven and nirvana and ecstasy and everything else that is beyond good. You're told that she feels the same when she leans forward, locking upper lips as well as lower lips. You start wrestling each other's tongue for supremacy. In your euphoric haze, you're surprised to see a blush on Raindrops' cheeks. As your own face burns with passion and heat, you reach around her and start to rub her wings again, making her squeal in pleasure and cause her motions to get rougher and more jerky.
"S-So g-g-good!" you moan into her mouth. Your bucking hips aren't even controlled by you anymore: you lost them in pure passion, and now they're only working on autopilot.
"M—More! More!" Raindrops repeatedly yells this as she continues rutting against you harder and harder. She breaks away from your lips and licks over your left nipple, causing you to shudder at the sudden sensation. Raindrops continues to suckle and lick your erecting buds as you continuously rub and massage her tender wing muscles.
You can start feeling your third climax climbing quickly to its peak: you can't prevent it, can't make it wait, not with the pony thrusting into you and grinding roughly against your womanhood with her own.
"I-I’m g-going to c-c-cum!"Raindrops yells.
"M-Me too!" you managed to reply.
You both press against each other for one last time as both your climaxes reach their peak simultaneously. Your overlapping screams of pleasure are secondary compared to the blazing inferno down below. Your juices squirt against each other, mixing and merging only to dribble down together onto the couch cushions. Her tongue sloppily meets yours as you finish together, covering yourselves in your mixed saliva as well as your own combined love juices.
When the world stops spinning and the tidal wave inside you dies down, you gently wrap your arms around Raindrops, who opens her wings and embraces you with her soft feathers. A few moments of silence follow you and Raindrops as you simply lay in each other's embrace, resting and panting, both of your chests rising and falling.
"T-That... That was..." is all you can say.
Raindrop nods her head in agreement, then yawns and wraps her wings around you even more snugly. "What say you and I move to the bedroom?"
Your mouth hangs lightly open in surprise. "You mean... more? But... I can't—"
"No, not tonight. But there's always the morning..."
