Crackshipping and You: Raralis

by Fuzzyfurvert

Fuzzy

Author's Note:

I'm not a poet. Sorry.

In her bed, the mare shuddered.
Not from the Night's chill.
In fullness of health, she be not ill.
Nor is it fear of obscurity for her art.
She shivered from the passion aimed at her heart.

A hoof not her own.
A familiar stranger in her home.
Yellow coat, one that would never roam.

“I can give you what you desire.”

The voice is sweet.
The craving real.
Her cheeks are given to heat.
Orange now, honesty with family appeal.

“I know what you want. I want it too.”

Its breath is gentle.
Its touch is strong but simple.
Sky blue and quick.
It knows what does the trick.

“I can give it to you. Give all of it to you.”

A pink hoof tickles.
Its presence fickle.
Touching her to cause a fuss.
Its frantic pace dragging her to Tartarus.

“All I ask in return is your love. It won’t be missed. Love buys you everything.”

In pleasure she arches.
The angle sublime.
A new color, purple, over pink marches.
The hoof moves with textbook precision, keeping perfect time.

“Don’t fight it. Let me be your every passion; everypony you’ve ever thought of can be yours. All for a little of your love.”

In protest, she moans, her will to harden.
In resistance, she sighs.
Midnight blue, cool as the Moon, the hoof explores her garden.
Then in weakness, she spreads her thighs.

“I can be all of them. Every fantasy. Each one more forbidden than the last.”

Hot to the touch, the hoof like flame.
Her loveless life and starved libido to blame.
A pale cream coat, unmatched in might.
Like the Sun, it lights her night.

“Even the really forbidden fantasies. Let me give this to you. Accept me, love me, feed me. Is it too much to ask?”

The pillow she bit.
Her button it hit.
A scream heard only by her feline pet.
A black, chitinous leg withdrew, its tip wet.

“Sleep on it. Think it over, won’t you? I don’t need your answer yet. Tomorrow is another night after all.”

In her bed, the mare heaved a sigh.
Not from her needs and body sated.
Nor from her future fated.
She sighed at the temptation to give up her life.

Comments

[Razzy]

Giiiiiive in to iiiiiiit!

[Cross Lament]

For not being a poet, that's not bad at all!

[Animak]

who is the pale cream meant to be?

[Fuzzyfurvert]

8011404
Celestia