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Dear Princess Celestia: Today I learned that stone fruits are highly superior to pome fruits. Peach Schnapps is the best thing ever. The unicorn giggled to herself, batting the errant, tipsy thought aside. Naaaaah. She'd take all the Schnapps for herself if I sent that. She rolled to her side on the worn carpeting, belly fur rubbing on the thicker shag of the throw rug by the Apple Family fireplace. She let out an audible groan of relief, snuggling her legs beneath herself and basking in the blissful, warm glow of being in front of a fire and also maybe a bit drunk.
A bit.
"Feelin' good, honey?" Twilight jerked her eyes open, a blush burning across her cheeks as she turned to the voice. Playful green eyes met her own wide violet ones, and a small smile crossed the creamy muzzle of the mare before her. "I'm sorry, darlin', I didn't mean to scare ya."
Twilight shook her head once, goofy grin bubbling back up. "No, no, you didn't. I, um, kind of forgot you were there. I'm sorry."
A calm chuckle met the statement, a hoof landing gently on Twilight's withers. "It's alright. I don't mind. I know that can be some powerful stuff the first time you have it." The two giggled together, Twilight's shyness melting away. She felt a rush of heat to her face as she locked eyes with the other mare again. Some murky corner of her mind screamed at her to get up, to move away, that this was improper, but she muzzled it swiftly.
Clearly, that part of her brain wasn't thinking straight. Or hadn't had enough Schnapps.
"So... Peaches, right?" Twilight raised a questioning eyebrow at the other mare.
The cream mare nodded proudly, head high. "Creamy Peaches, at your service! Applejack's my cousin, don'tcha know. I just love when we can all get together near the holidays for a spot of relaxation and the best alcohol this side of Equestria! Been runnin' the family groves out by Manehattan for nigh on six years now. Back ever since I got this baby." She shifted her curly, cascading green tail slightly, beaming down at her cutie mark with pride. One full, round peach was nestled beside its bisected brethren, right on the mare's rounded flank.
Twilight's eyes traced the curves of the mare, gaze caressing each gently rounded hill, skipping across to meet the full and fluffy tail, laid so coquettishly across... other curves, more private curves. The firelight flickered and jumped, casting the mare's individual hairs into sharp relief, lending her body a warm glow. She looked so... so soft, Twilight thought, and she could barely answer.
"It's beautiful," she finally squeaked out, tearing her eyes from the mare's flank to meet her eyes once more.
It was getting awfully warm in there, in her opinion.
Peaches, clearly oblivious to subtext, chuckled, swishing her tail back down. "Oh, nah. It's nothin' fancy like those magical stars you got there, but it means the world to me."
The air hung still for a moment, Twilight's small, sane part flailing uselessly in her head. No no no don't you dare, Twilight Sparkle... She flicked her eyes, slowly and deliberately, to the mare's cutie mark once more, before trailing her gaze up the back, the withers, the arching neck... finally meeting her eyes once more. Peaches blinked once, perhaps surprised at the intensity she found there.
"I... love your peaches." The tone, the inflection; mixed with Twilight's gaze, it left no doubt as to her meaning. The other mare smiled, a slow, secret thing, and brought her eyelids to half-mast.
"Well, darlin', why didn't ya say so?" Without further preamble, the creamy mare leaned forwards, catching Twilight's lips with her own.
Explosions of color seemed to go off behind Twilight's closed eyelids, a rush of endorphins making her slightly dizzy. In a good way, she noted absently.
How strange.
She leaned further into the kiss, moaning, her mouth opening slightly. Peaches responded with gusto, slipping her warm tongue into Twilight's mouth. More explosions, this time of taste: apples, peach cobbler, and the distinct tang of alcohol. Twilight drank it all in deeply, one foreleg moving to encircle the other mare. Peaches broke the kiss, a string of saliva hanging between their barely opened mouths for a moment, and opened her eyes to meet Twilight's.
Silent communication seemed to pass between the two for a moment, Twilight realizing she could almost read the other mare, as if she were a well-beloved textbook. Half-lidded eyes became the book's spine; the suddenly mussed mane and tail the pages; the roll to the back the words; and the half-parted hind legs the beautiful, amazing exclamation point. Need seemed to radiate from Peaches, and Twilight was more than happy to use her vast stores of knowledge to help her newest friend.
Friendship was magic, after all.
With that in mind, she moved her body over the other mare's, attacking on some instinct the neck. Inexperienced kisses rained down on Peaches' body, moving from the neck, to the curve of the shoulder, over the soft fur of her chest ruff. Peaches sighed happily, wiggling at each hesitant kiss, her hooves absently stroking Twilight's mane and horn. Twilight stiffened at her touch, a low moan escaping her to be muffled by the mare's fur. Smiling, Peaches arched one eyebrow. "Like your horn played with, Twilight?"
Shivering at the frank words, Twilight nodded against the mare's belly, nipping gently at the softer skin there. Peaches purred, watching Twilight work ever lower, hind legs twitching now and again as Twilight hit especially sensitive areas around her hips. "I'll tell ya what, Twilight." She put one forehoof gently below the unicorn's chin, tilting her head up to lock eyes with her. "I'm more'n happy to oblige ya there... if ya show me just how well y'all eat peaches around here."
Twilight arched a brow, goofy glow of excitement spreading across her body as she ignored her inner self repeatedly facehoofing. "I... I can eat a Peach for hours."
Peaches blushed, eyes widening, before relaxing back to her easy grin. "Yanno, I've heard that so many times from ponies, but with you, little bookworm? I can actually believe that." She laid back on the warm rug, wriggling slightly. "Let's just see if you're right, hmm?"
At the challenge, Twilight's ears perked up, and the small sane part of herself gave up and decided instead to feed her information to help. Her eyes skipped down, breath catching in her throat as she eyed the little slit before her. It was strange, to her, that such a small and unassuming line of flesh—no different, when taken by itself, from the line of a pony's foreleg or creases in a turned neck—could stir up so many strange, yet welcome, desires.
She dipped a hoof tentatively, the folds parting easily beneath her exploration. Dampness met her hoof, a musky smell rising from the other mare to hit her full-force. She breathed it in shakily, closing her eyes and bringing the hoof to her mouth. A tiny flick of her tongue, barely a whisper, lapped off some of the mare's juices from it, and she shivered in delight.
Peaches tasted like peaches.
Giggling at the ridiculousness of it all, she leaned down, eying the mare's sex intently. She kept one hoof resting at the bottom of it, the other wrapped around the mare's flank to keep her close. Recalling Peaches' words, she turned them over in her mind.
How does one eat a peach? Certainly not too quickly, Twilight thought, since that would ruin the enjoyment. Peaches were a delicate fruit, and needed some delicacy to eat. Her own favorite part of the peach was the fuzz, the fur that surrounded it. She loved how it tickled her tongue, and never scrubbed it off the fruit, even though she knew she probably should. That in mind, she dipped her head, extending her tongue to run it from the bottom to the tip of Peaches' sex, finishing the upwards trail at the little nub of a clit.
She pressed her tongue to it, delighting in the squirm and muffled moan it elicited, as she planned her next move.
When Twilight Sparkle eats a peach, once she's done the foalish joy of tickling her tongue with the fuzz, she moves her mouth around a section of the peach. Obviously, teeth were a Bad Idea here... but lips were an excellent one. She followed that train of thought, wrapping her lips around the top half of the mare's pussy and bringing her tongue back. Slowly, carefully, and very deliberately, she let her lips begin to close; nearly biting down, with no teeth, and bringing her tongue up as if to catch the sweet chunks of peach flesh.
Peaches moaned louder, bucking her hips up. Twilight smirked, holding the mare down by the hips with her forehooves and raising her head up to regard the prone mare. Trying to look stern, the effect somewhat ruined by the juices clinging to her muzzle and running down her chin, she tilted her head at Peaches. "Now, now, Peaches... if you bounce too much, you might bruise this lovely peach, and I just can't have that." Peaches nearly growled before letting her head thump back gently on the rug, forehooves grasping at it and pulling up little groves from the individual tufts of it.
Twilight lowered her head again, delicately running her tongue around the mare's entrance to lap up the sweet, creamy taste again. Satisfied, she wrapped her lips around it once more, pressing her tongue forwards and beginning to move her lips up and down. Little moans vibrated her mouth, overwhelmed by the taste and feel of the mare's folds in her mouth, and her horn sparked involuntarily.
Feeling every moan, every little hot breath expelled, Peaches tried desperately not to wriggle beneath Twilight's ministrations. Her back arched, moving her pussy down and the clit closer to Twilight's tongue, shuddering in pleasure as the rough surface connected with the tender nub. She rubbed back and forth against the tongue, panting becoming interspersed with the moans as she bucked harder and harder on Twilight's face. The pressure grew, a great roiling ball of heat in her abdomen, sending little electric tingles down each of her legs and through her barrel. She bit her lip, riding further, so close to climax...
...and the cold air hitting her nethers suddenly jolted her away from the peak. Whining slightly, she peered up at Twilight, who had moved back a little. The purple mare's muzzle fur was slightly matted with a sheen of both juices and sweat, capped still by those inquisitive eyes. "W-Why did you stop?"
The unicorn's eyes rolled in a mock expression of frustration. "Well, of course you can't just... eat it all at once, and suck all the juice out before you've really gotten to enjoy the peach, can you? That's no fun at all." Twilight's eyes held a glint to them, a shine that seemed to grasp the earth pony and say ha, two can play at your little game, missy. Biting her lip again to hold back an undignified grunt, Peaches laid back once more.
How else do you eat a peach? Oh, right. Around it. Twilight began doing so, nibbling the outer edges of the mare's vulva before taking a larger suck towards the center, tongue giving a deliberate flick each time she changed position. She started at the top right, moving counter-clockwise around the mare's vulva and dipping her head slightly to catch any stray juices that leaked from Peaches' pussy.
Because, really, the juice was the best part of the peach, in her opinion.
The Peach herself squirmed, trying desperately to hold herself still as her hind legs kicked gently at the air to either side of her body. Heat, nearly oppressive at this point, bore down across the mare's entire body, interrupted only by tingling sparks of pleasure in random nerve endings. Licking to the right sent a thrill down her left foreleg, and a nibble there set off a firework of pleasure in that leg; and through it all, she was unsure if she should be very happy or very upset that she had challenged the Princess' personal student to anything.
Pleasure bloomed from her nethers suddenly, hooves grasping at the back of Twilight's head almost instinctively as the purple mare completed her circuit and enveloped Peaches' small nub entirely in her warm, strangely skilled mouth. She let the moan come this time, as Twilight worked in earnest, lips and tongue moving in time against her clit with a gentle savagery that quickly rebuilt the smouldering heat in her midsection into a blazing inferno.
She shuddered, biting down on one forehoof to muffle her cries from her slumbering relatives as she hit her peak and finally went over, body twitching as cum finally gushed from her slick opening. Twilight lowered her head immediately, tongue worming and working inside the mare to lap every drop from her pulsing walls. She sucked it down slowly, savoring every drop as it rolled and spread across her tongue.
She was right. The juice was the best part.
She sat back on her haunches, oddly proud at the look of blissful abandon on Peaches' face. The earth pony was splayed out, vulva still parted and seeming to almost glow in the dancing firelight. Twilight smiled, moving to lay beside her and nuzzled her cheek gently. Her voice, low and throaty, surprised even her as she spoke. "So... tell me, did I eat a Peach just right?"
Peaches' sigh went nearly unheard under the winter wind howling by the windows, but the droopy-eyed look and goofy smile spoke volumes to the purple mare. "Mmmhmmm..." Peaches rolled over, pulling Twilight into a clumsy hug, cuddling close to the fur of her chest. "Y'did great. I haven't... my stars, Twilight, where did you learn that?"
Twilight giggled nervously, earlier confidence ebbing away without a task before her. "Well... I like to eat peaches."
"C'n tell." The earth pony snuggled up with a sigh, and Twilight was more than content to hold her for awhile, gently stroking the cascading curls of her deep green mane. After a few moments of silence, Twilight's eyes rolled up to her horn, and she smirked.
"If I did such a great job, maybe you can show me how good you can—" She was cut off suddenly by a very soft grating sound, followed by a small whistle. Confused, the unicorn looked down again at the pony in her hooves, and felt a small tug of a smile as she beheld her.
Peaches had fallen asleep.
Twilight let the smile grow gently, and she stroked the mare's mane one last time before laying her own head down beside her. "Goodnight, Peaches," she whispered into the dark.
Around the house, the winter wind still blew, battering the siding and shutters viciously.
Inside, two tipsy ponies slept on, uncaring, kept warm more from each other than from the slowly guttering fire.