//------------------------------// // Confidence (part 1) // Story: The Frozen North // by GjallarFox //------------------------------// Confidence (part 1) Having gills was very strange to say the least. The water I breathed filled my lungs in addition to sliding through the slits in my neck. It was a completely foreign feeling. A fish-out-of-water, or in my case pony-in-water, experience. But as strange as it felt, it did feel natural after a while, and I had to admit that it was helpful when we made out. From the time we'd begun, we'd been at it for three hours without breaking apart, let alone feel tired in any sense. It took a light rumble through the cavern to truly catch enough of our attention to start feeling exhausted. In a matter of seconds, fatigue washed over me, loosening my hold on her. Within a minute, our kiss diminished itself to light, elongated pecks. Twenty seconds later, we were simply laying together, staring into each other's eyes with an exhausted satisfaction and bliss that could only be out-matched by one thing. She stroked a hoof along my side, her stunning violet eyes saying the only words I ever needed to hear. All I wanted in that moment was her, and have her I did. I thanked Celestia for having sent her to Ponyville in the first place. I made a mental note to thank the princess personally when I had the opportunity. Sensing she wanted to get up, I rolled over, sinking to the stone floor. My forehooves curled up on my chest, and I breathed heavily. I felt more exhausted than any other time in my life, and it felt so good. My chest felt as though it had been filled with stones, and my limbs felt immovable and heavy. My wings fell limp against the floor, molding with it like clay. I couldn't have moved if I wanted to. So Twilight moved me. The tingle of magic soon enveloped me entirely, and I felt the solid floor retreat from beneath me. My wings limply drooped to reach for the floor, the tip feathers dragging along the rocks as my marefriend carried me up from the depths. The chill of air finally hit my face again after close on half an hour of being submerged in the hot spring. I exhaled my breath of water, resisting the urge to cough as the water was purged from my lungs. The next breath of air stung a little bit, but I had expected as much after getting used to the warm water in my lungs. It took all of my self-control to not cough and gag as my body readjusted to the much thinner air. "I love you," I huffed, my voice trembling just a little. "I don't even know where to begin explaining how amazing that was..." "Then don't explain," she replied with a smirk. She lit her horn and with another ticklish zipper-like feeling, our gills were gone. "Don't try to explain things that words can't do justice to. I can't explain how much I love you, so I don't try. I can't explain the feeling I get when I'm with you, or how that kiss felt, or how good it felt when you were stroking my chest just the way you were, or how much I enjoyed your weight gently pressing down on me, so I don't try to. All I can explain is that I love you, and I don't know many things that can beat those feelings." I hesitated a bit, digesting her monologue. It was when she said 'many' that my brow furrowed in thought. "Don't know many? What could possibly trump the rush I got from that kiss, or the high I felt when your hooves rubbed my sides?" "Remember when I told you I had a dream about you?" she asked, seemingly going off on a tangent. "...yes...?" Her blush intensified enough to shine through her soaked fur, and the dim lighting. She shifted nervously, turning her head away like I would, "Well... It was a bit of a... rather... erotic one..." My muscles instantly tensed and locked. I looked at her in disbelief. Her face was facing completely away from me, her blush threatening to boil the remaining water off of her, and her eyes fixated on a single pebble on the ground. Well that's a queer twist of fate, now isn't it? my inner self teased. Twilight had a dream about you at the exact same time that you were having one about her. And might I add that both of you were having erotic dreams about each other? "Oh my..." I thought out loud. "I don't even..." "I'm sor-" I pushed her jaw closed with a hoof, turning her head to face me. Her eyes avoided mine at all costs, darting from the floor, to the ceiling to the pebble to everywhere but my eyes. I touched my nose to hers, and her brilliant azure eyes finally met mine. I gave her a light peck. "I feel honored to be the object of your desire," I whispered seductively into her ear. I felt her shiver as the words made their mark. Her blush could not have gotten redder than they were as the words sunk in. -- The sultriness in her voice was as virulent as a scorpion's sting, petrifying as a cockatrice's glare, and entirely out-of-character for the endearingly shy pegasus mare I'd fallen for. I felt nearly all of my blood rush to my cheeks, displaying what I assumed to be the single most powerful blush in the history of Equestria. Celestia's sun couldn't hold a candle to how intensely hot my cheeks felt. A shudder of what I assumed to be anticipation undulated its way down my spine, prickling up the hairs along my back until it flicked my tail. It felt wrong to imagine her in such... vulgar ways, but the statement that she'd near moaned into my ear was enough to turn the gears in that section of my imagination. I tried to suppress the thoughts so that perhaps my body wouldn't make it obvious that I was thinking that way about her. I tried with every ounce of mental strength I had, but not even reciting the Laws of Magic could distract me from the beautiful mare laying mere inches in front of me. Dear sweet Celestia, did she really just say that? Well why else would you be imagining her li- I'm not imagining! ...I'm fantasizing... I shook my head again in another attempt to think clearly. After finally managing to do so, I quickly recalled my mental checklist. Auroras... Check. Malachite Meadow... Check. Emerald Springs... Definitely check. Now we just have that to do. And that's only if she wants to. "A bit for your thoughts," her whisper tickled my ear. I smiled lightly, looking into her teal eyes. "Oh, just planning our final activity before we leave," I replied dreamily, struggling to keep my thoughts in order. "We're only ten miles from being within eyeshot of the Crystal Empire Station. We're leaving tomorrow." "Oh? So what do you have planned, if I might be so bold as to ask?" "Something no less than breathtaking." She scooted closer to me, her face a pebble's width away and blushing as powerfully as I had been a few moments ago. She exhaled slowly, intoxicating steam hanging heavily in her breath as she used a voice that sent chills throughout my body. With a raspy almost-moan, she whispered, "I have a better plan..." Before I could even blush, she lunged forward in a playfully aggressive semi-tackle. The force behind it bowled me over like a pin in an alley, allowing her to quickly clamber her way over me. She situated herself atop me, pinning me between her incredibly soft and deceptively toned belly, and the warm ground. Her wings wrapped tightly around my barrel, pulling me ever closer to her pounding heart that threatened to burst from her chest. Her right hoof gently trailed down my own chest, sending tingles up my spine. It was downright aggressive. Every move she was making blazed with intensity, overwhelming me by sheer force. Try as I might to struggle against her, she was far too powerful to overcome. It was a side of Fluttershy I'd never seen, but definitely wanted to experiment with. So rather than uselessly wriggle beneath her onslaught of passionate gestures, I simply laid back my head against the floor as her lips came like a tsunami towards me. Had I not braced myself for her assault, I figured I'd have gotten a concussion from my head hitting the ground, or whiplash from how quickly it moved. I could feel heat in her lips, burning like an inferno of love and lust that had just been sparked with more fuel at the ready than the sun would know what to do with. It near seared my lips, but I wouldn't have minded if it did. But the way my lips melted to hers was immensely satisfying, and started to heat my own desires up. As soon as her tongue poked my lips for entry, I allowed it, permitting an unrelenting assault to explode its way into my mouth. The sweet taste of her tongue immediately filled my mouth, working its way into every crevice there was. I shuddered in delight, an involuntary moan escaping my throat as I felt my tongue being bullied by hers. I managed to free myself from her blazing lips for only enough time to ask, "Are you sure?" She looked at me, as though I were insane, and simply giggled seductively before continuing her assault of my lips. It was when her lips started traveling down my neck that I began agreeing with her look. There we lay, the sweetest, kindest, most gentle pony laying on top of me, methodically planting tiny kisses all the way down my neck, pausing at my collarbones before heading back up the other side. By then, my breaths were short, ragged gasps. I felt her free left hoof snake its way down my back, every inch of her touch igniting my skin with sensations of want and need for her. It hesitated at the small of my back, as though asking permission to continue. As though to say yes in a defiant manner, I gently dragged my hooves all the way from her shoulders down to her hips. And when I reached her perfectly accentuated hips, I surpassed them, continuing down her rump, earning a short squeal as I turned around to cup her cutie marks. Within moments, I felt her mirror my actions, earning a lustful moan from me. She started kissing down my neck again, making me squirm like a trapped lizard beneath her dominant presence. But where I expected her to turn back around, she kept descending. And descending... And descending... Oh my goo-OH DEAR CELESTIA! ------ The overwhelming scents of our musk was mingled into one, making it impossible to distinguish the individual aromas. It permeated the air, hanging in the steam of the hot springs. It was a scent I'd come to love more than the smell of old books and oak sap. I inhaled deeply, savoring the sweet aroma. It was distinctly... us. As we lay there, myself now on top of her, we inhaled the scent of us. It was a warm and sweet smell, almost like hot maple syrup, but not quite. It forced my exhausted face into a smile. There was no better feeling in the world. No book could describe it. The way my body felt like it was on fire was an understatement for how immensely hot I felt. If somepony were to pour batter on my belly, they could easily cook pancakes in seconds. I rolled off of my not-as-innocent-as-I-had-once-thought marefriend-now-mate, landing on the ground with an unceremonious thump that echoed percussively through the musk-filled steam. It took me seven minutes to slow my breathing from full-blown hyperventilation to a light pant. It took twice as long for my heart to slow down enough for me to feel the individual pounds against my chest. I turned my head to face her, my eyes still clouded with unprecedented ecstasy. I looked into her eyes, seeing them blaze with the same bliss I was feeling. Her cheeks were stained with a fading blush that refused to disappear entirely. I smiled weakly, my strength barely allowing my lips to move. "Nothing... short of... magical..." she whispered, scalding steam on her musk-scented breath. I smiled a little stronger, closing my eyes for a moment. "I'm so glad I'm yours..." It made perfect sense in that moment. Every aggressive action, every verbal response enticed, every movement she made was because I was her first. I was no Dash, but I could have come in dead last in every science fair for the rest of time itself and not given a single bit because I'd been first for Fluttershy. And as I reveled in that fact, I started hatching plans to be her first and only. "As I am yours," I replied with a smirk. With what little strength I had, I pushed myself along the floor, inch by inch towards the water that now seemed chilled in comparison to the heat our bodies were holding. I slid sluggishly into the water, the once warm-feeling water washing sweat, fatigue, and musk from my coat as I dissolved into it with a blissful, "Mmmmmmhhh..." "I love you, Twily," she said. "I love you too, 'Shy," I returned, sprawling out in the water. She dragged herself into the water to join me, melting on contact, separating her from the sweat and musk that coated her fur. A visible cloud of the mixture had formed around us, and we both enjoyed the scent. For many other couples, this was the peak of the relationship. But for us... We'd only just begun climbing.