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// Kiss - Derpator 
// Story: Pink Diamonds: A RariPie Prompt Tag Collab 
// by Starlight Shadow 
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~By Derpator~


It was said that whenever Pinkie Pie smiled, somewhere, far or near, a filly was having fun. Such a moment was not uncommon to see, and I didn’t doubt for a moment that whatever legend it may be was untrue.

Spending hours upon hours of each and every day next to her told me that. It was hard not to see a grin of some serenity spread across her muzzle. Whatever I did, whatever I suggested, she seemed to approve with one of her smiles or, sometimes, a nuzzle.

Honestly, I preferred the latter. Pushing myself aside, if Pinkie smiling meant that a filly was having fun, what did a nuzzle insinuate? In either case, I won.

Nuzzling was only the tip of the iceberg, though. It was certainly a lovely gift of affection to receive—and dish, for that matter—by the numbers. But, even when her muzzle would grace along my neck, or she would plant a loving peck on my skin, a voice in the back of my head told me something, and, every time, it was the same.

I wanted... more. More than just a nuzzle, more than just a partner to cuddle with.

I wanted a kiss: Full, spur of the moment, romantic.

But therein laid the problem. How did one kiss Pinkie Pie; to break that first barrier and mesh lips up against a mare like her? Given that she was unusually still, such a moment seemed... well, a rarity.

Though, somehow, the eccentric mare was always calm within my grasp, as if I gave off a soothing aura that would ensnare her and her alone to my will, like she would follow my every command without hesitation. On some occasions, Pinkie Pie was lax and quiet.

I often asked myself if I was even dating the mare I knew with how she acted. But that doubt would be dispelled just as swiftly when she would stare right at me, penetrating me with her hypnotic, trancing shades of cerulean.

And that’s what she did to me now.

A wave of strong, burning desire swept along my bones. I leant forward, firmly planting my lips unto my marefriend’s cheek. Oh, sure, it seemed like any old innocent act, except for the fact that my hoof grazed her other cheek at the same time, and that meant business when it came to Rarity.

I took the tiny giggle that escaped her lips as my cue for continuation.

It was a rush when I tugged on my hoof and met Pinkie’s lips with my own. A cataclysm of emotions piled out, escaping in the eruption of bliss and euphoria that came over me. Her little gasp came off as so cute that I wanted to hug and give her my warmth even more, and the way she returned my affection soothed my very soul, not to mention her hooves snaking around my body flamed my passion, which, after a split second, was openly invited.

As we shared our electric kiss, our hearts beat as one like a fluttering melody as I poured everything I had into it. I ellicited a note of a moan while my lips massaged my pink partner's. Not too forceful, and not too gentle, my mile-a-minute shrills reminded me.

Instead, somewhere, lost in the middle of the symphony: Perfect.

Pulling away (after seeming like a lifetime) was a shame, but inevitable. Pinkie’s continual traces of warm breath tickled my lips as we sat there in comfortable harmony, holding one another in a loving embrace, gazing into each other’s eyes.

I couldn’t have asked for anything more.