> One Step up
>  by Charming Melody
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> Bravery and pain
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“One step up, Charming.”
“Okay.” Charming raised a hoof and temporarily found the stair. “Thanks, Frost.”
Even after all this time, I was still amazed watching her bravery. It was something I knew I couldn’t have in her situation. Five months and still no improvement. Somehow, I held onto the false hope that she would regain her sight after losing it from wingitus. Somehow, it felt like there must be some way I can fix this; even though I knew all I could do was be there for her.
“Another step here, Charming,” I said helping her as she felt with a hoof.
“Got it, frost.”
Five months of constant tests, being in the hospital and seeing specialists. Her constant positive outlook, bright personality and optimism couldn’t displace my deep depression. It hurt knowing my marefriend is going through something so horrific. The thought of her never seeing again added to my pain. I had a deep burning hate in me. It blackened my perceptions of the world and I had to fight to hide it from Charming every day. I thought of revenge every day. I felt there had to be somepony who could pay for this.
I watched her walk through to the kitchen, her cane held by her wing as she moved with inexperience. I hated that cane. To me it represented her just accepting it, as if it wasn’t temporary anymore. 
“Can you make me something please Frost?”
“Of course,” I answered with a cheer I didn’t feel.
I smiled at her. I knew no matter what happened I would do anything in Equestria for her.
“Frost, please hurry. I’m really hungry,” she moaned as she banged into the wall. “Ow!”
Sitting at our kitchen table, Charming probed around the plate with her hoof trying to find the last of the salad I had made her. My heart shattered. Charming was a perfect girlfriend, more than a stallion such as myself deserved. I still just couldn’t understand how she maintained that cheery and optimistic outlook considering all that had happened.
I noticed at the front of her mane, it was getting long and coming over her eyes. What did it matter anyways though, she couldn’t see anyways. 
That one nasty thought made me hate myself.
Shall I take you to get your hair cut tomorrow, Charming,” I said trying to be advisory.
“Do you mind if I get it cut a bit shorter?”
“How short do you want it?”
She showed me how short she wanted it and I did agree with her that it would be so much easier to manage.
“Gotts pee Frost,” she said as I watched her trying to feel her way to the guest bathroom. Every time she came near the stairs, I had visions of her falling down the stairs and breaking something or worse. Selling the house and moving to a one story though just wasn’t going to happen. It felt like too much of an admission of defeat. It would again be acceptance of the permanence of this.
Yet, the constant worry of her falling, and all of the other disasters that ordinarily you wouldn’t think twice about, made just so nervous and on edge all of the time. I never realized that this house was a walking death trap. We’ll move I decided, knowing I would go back and forth many times.
“Frost!” Charming shouted
I stood outside the bathroom “What my love?”
“The toilet paper ran out and I need some.”
“Hold on.
With the new roll in my hoof, I reached through the gap in the door “Here you are my love.
“Where?” she asked trying to keep calm.
I realized she couldn’t see my hoof and I opened the door just enough so I could hand the roll to her.
“Thanks.”
The TV was silent as I read a book to Charming. I had found it difficult to find things to do with her aside from TV and that made me feel angry. I had never considered how visual everything was. Once she lost her vision, she lost a huge percentage of the world and everything she had taken for granted was no longer available to her. Everything I looked at, I looked it with the perspective that it might harm her, or worse, I felt a deep regret that she may never see the beauty of it. I was always angry, but of course hiding it from her. It was as if I was becoming some bitter old pony on the inside and there was nothing I could do.
I loved the fact that now even more she loved to cuddle. Not that it could be that much more. If anything, it was me making it happen more often. I didn’t want her to know that she was all I had left. Watching her smile as she always does, I hoped she would regain her sight. Had I thought it would do any good, I would have prayed to Celestia.
Routines had changed. After seeing her with mismatched clothes, I had started selecting her wardrobe for her. Maybe she didn’t have to wear clothes, but it was always something that felt special to her. It was something that was really special to me. It wasn’t too unusual for her to just wander into the room post shower right before I left. Tonight however, she came in without a towel, obviously expecting I had already gone.
Her action was one of complete innocence. It made me feel like a monster for looking at her the way I did. I couldn’t help but study my marefriend’s body a bit, considering she always kept it clothed. I marveled at how small she really was; that gentle but very beautiful curve of her belly that led me to the most private parts of her being. Seeing that cause a reaction that was so unbecoming of me.
I turned to leave, blushing “I put the clothes on the bed, Charming.”
“Thanks. Frost.”
I went to take a nap and I tossed, and turned. I couldn’t really get to sleep. There were some demons I never knew I had. Being close to her all the time, stress, and many more, the truth was that I found her extremely appealing. 
The demons punished me. Everything screamed disapproval. It is supposed to be sometime special; wait until she can see again; you haven’t even asked her. As I kept tossing and turning, I agreed with everything. I couldn’t forget seeing all of her earlier as much as I tried to.
It surprised me when I felt the sunlight hit my face. I had fallen asleep without knowing it. The memory of every part of her as I had seen her the night before came back to me and before long, I was erect.
I called myself every name in the book, but at the same time, I ran to the shower and masturbated to visions of her body. Semen spurted out as I imagined fucking her. Immediately afterwards I felt so ashamed, disgusted, and angry with myself. I saw myself in the mirror, shame staring back at me. I promised myself I would never do that again.
That resolution started out badly. A crash from Charming’s bathroom made me run.
“Are you all right,” I asked. The sight of her on the floor greeted me. Her bits were staring back at me.
“Sorry Frost, I tripped.”
Throughout the day, I managed to forget what happened earlier and just enjoy her. I found all of our interactions were so much more involved than before the loss of her sight. I talked constantly, described everything, and told her everything that went on, guided her and tried to keep her mind from drifting too much into reality. I began to see the world so much more differently. She constantly asked questions and that slight tilt of her head when she was listening to me speak was something special. The fact that she just accepted her blindness, never letting it get her down, tore at me. She was the one injured, and it seemed that I was hurting more than she was.
Over time, our constant communication had brought us closer as a couple. She had become more reliant on me, but somehow I was more reliant on her. I needed her to be near me. I needed to hear her voice, and to feel her hoof in mine. Somehow, it comforted me and kept the dark anger inside me. It helped me battle the depression that was caused by something I had no part in; that I had no control over the outcome of. The cloud was so close, threatening to overwhelm me.
“Can we go out, Frost?” She asked as she ate her breakfast, her hoof feeling around for her food.
“Whatever you want.” I responded. Going out helped us both. It kept me busy, and Charming and I would be constantly talking “Where do you want to go?”
Charming smiled wonderfully. “My choice?”
“Why shouldn’t it be?”
“Can we go to the beach today?”
We did. A great day at the beach.
“Over here,” I called out as she came out of the surf, her swimsuit plastered to her body. Well, more a flight suit than swimsuit, but it was what she always wore when she went in the water. It outlined every curve of her body. I felt pride at the fact that she was my girlfriend. She always had such a beautiful gait, maybe losing it a bit with her sight, but today she had it down. I felt a sudden bulging and looked away when I noticed her plump pudendum. She had a camel toe, and water was dripping down, to make it all the more obvious. I thought to myself how I wasn’t supposed to think of her that way. Despite everything, I felt bad that I went hard when I noticed the globes of her ass bouncing wonderfully.
That night, I sat in her room listening in case she fell while showering. I realized she did so much for me. She gave me purpose. I realized that when I was with her I was happy. It was something important, and I was determined to not let those certain thoughts get in the way.
“Are you still here Frost?”
She had come out of the bathroom while I was in thought. “How did you know Charming?”
“I smelled you, Frost”
“I will take a shower now then.”
“Not that. It isn’t anything bad. I smelled you know; you.”
I tried smelling myself. “I don’t smell anything.”
“Well, you smell nice like always; like well you.”
I looked away as she dressed. It wasn’t until I was helping her down the stairs that I realized it was the first time I was in her room as she dressed. She said nothing about me being there and it made me feel odd.
I left her by the TV with it turned on to a well-loved favorite of hers as I ran to shower. When I returned, I wrapped my arm around her and felt tear forming at the back of my eyes. “I love you Charming.”
She moved closer. “I love you too frost.”
I sat with Charming by my side as we watched one of her favorite movies. I felt so lucky right now. She could have been taken from me, but at least I still have her.
The routine was always the same. I would come in to her room in the morning and put out clothes for her. Despite the fact she couldn’t see them; she directed my choices as if she could. She always knew what I put out.
“Frost, you know I wanted the purple dress.”
“How do you know it isn’t Charming?” I asked somewhat intrigued. 
“Come on frost. The material is all different.
I had been caught. I sometimes substituted against her orders to mess with her, picking something with what I thought was an identical fabric. Somehow, she always caught me.
How did you know this time Charming?”
“You have a different breathing pattern when you do this.”
We gradually came to accept the situation as it was. The specialist visits showed that the swelling had gone down from the disease complication, but that they had to wait to survey for damage. Our behavior had been deeply affected by the situation. The touching was growing as if by need. She would hug me longer than she ever had, hold my hoof longer than she needed, worm her way onto my lap on the couch and cuddle into me, wrapping one of her wings around me. It was as if we were becoming closer as a couple.
The constant touching affected me as well. I would reach out for her at odd moments almost as if to reassure myself that she was still there. I would freak out if she weren’t in the same room as me and would go searching for her. I was comforted when I could feel her she kept me sane. I was never more comfortable than when we were on the couch together with me reading to her.
Over a period of time, we became even closer. I held her even tighter and she sighed lovingly when she was on my lap, trying to burrow further into me. It was a move none of us expected that brought us closer.
She was laughing to one of her favorite shows on TV when I felt a very strong surge of love for her. It was that involuntary surge where I realized that I loved her. She had become the most important pony in all of Equestria to me. I felt a lot of pain thinking she might sometime leave me; imagining how desolate it will be. She was everything to me.
These feelings overwhelmed me and as I bent to kiss the top of her head, emotions running high, Charming turned to face me. My lips touched hers before I could pull back.
My world was full of fireworks as she mumbled approval. I almost fainted when she wrapped a hoof around my neck and pulled me in tighter. Her lips were still flush against mine.
It was a seminal moment, and while I felt she would shy away considering how we both were about things like this before, we stayed like this as if everything would be right in Equestria afterwards. The kiss didn’t last that long in reality and Charming sighed yet again, cuddling into me afterwards. Equestria was different; I was different. 
As I held my girlfriend in my lap, a feeling of peace settled over me. I loved her. I loved Charming not only as my girlfriend, but also as Charming, the one pony who made me whole, the one pony who soothed all the inner demons inside me.
It was surreal when I helped her to bed. A warm and cuddly mare holding onto me as we went up the stairs.
“I’ll set up your sleeping clothes,” I said with a bit too much feeling. I came back to check on her, whispering, “I love you.”
Later as I lay thinking in my own bed, stunned by what had happened earlier, I saw her standing in my doorway.
“Something wrong?”
“Can I sleep with you?”
“Something wrong?”
“Can I sleep with you, Frost?”
“Course you can. Something scare you?” I asked as I held the sheet open
“I just want some company.” She said as she nestled into me. “Thanks Frost.”
We lay in intimate silence. My mind was filled with this new experience, having my girlfriend cuddle me in bed. It felt good having a warm bundle next to me; slowly draping one wing over me carefully almost as if she was unsure of herself. It was the first time I could remember having someone next to me like this.
I was surprised to wake up the next morning. I thought her being next to me would have made it hard for me to fall asleep, nut I guess she was a good sedative. The sound of her breath had obviously lulled me to sleep. Waking up spooned to her, smelling her scent caused my body’s unfortunate reaction.
The feeling of her ass against me while we were spooning was causing my penis to leave its sheath. I felt guilty because I liked it. I got out of bed and quietly went into the bathroom. I stroked myself to the thought of her Semen surged up my shaft and shot into the toilet. I enjoyed each pulse of my semen as I thought of Charming.
Once I had come down, the satisfaction was replaced by guilt and shame. Once I had showered, I came out, pausing in my doorway to marvel at the cuteness sleeping in my bed.
Just watching like this made me feel warm. Charming wanting to be in my bed was at the same time comforting and troubling. I was still the uncomfortable and shy stallion I was before, and now I worried I would be taking advantage of her.
“Frost?”
“I’m here Charming.”
“I slept so soundly. Do you mind me sleeping here again?”
Forever I thought. “Sure, if that is what you want.”
She smiled. “I do.”
With one simple conversation, we started sharing a bed. We slept together every night, and she comforted me. My depression about her condition faded more and more.
I masturbated desperately every morning to relieve myself. I felt guilt every morning. We began to spoon every night and I would hold her ass.
As time progressed the next month, I accepted that I was more attracted to her than I wanted to admit. The satisfaction of her being with me, doing things together, and becoming ever closer was something I always hoped would be enough. Even if she were ever okay with it, I would still have guilt deep down; guilt that somehow I was taking advantage of her.
We dined out for the first time since. We had avoided it previously since Charming had issues when she ate. With her blindness being a new thing, her food, would end up all over Equestria. It was funny, but I tried not to laugh.
“Charming, dear, right side,” I said as food slipped off her plate. It was the first time I had used a pet name for her and I was really nervous.
“Oops.”
“I loved her embarrassed grin as her hoof felt around for the spilled food. With patience and some help, she got adroit when it came to eating. She learned all she had to do was touch the food slightly to know where it was. She also learned to wipe her mouth more often to not leave a mess all over her face.
Our first experience in a restaurant was wonderful. It started wonderfully before dinner.
“I said the red dress Frost.”
“It is my dear.” And it was too. One red dress.
“No Frost, I meant the one I was wearing when you met me.”
“Oh sorry. I fetched that dress, not realizing she wanted it to be that formal of an evening. I handed it to her and stood watching.
“You’re watching frost,” she said with a sly smile as she pulled her other dress off.
“Not at all.” I said.
“Yes you are,” she said, as her dress was fully off.
“No!”
“Frost,” she said almost laughing, “I can tell from your voice. You are speaking at me.”
Her awareness was so remarkable.
“Fine then, I am going to my room,” I said as I looked at her in her panties. God did I ever feel guilty that I couldn’t stop my body’s natural reaction.
“I know you’re still there,” she said laughing.
“I know when you don’t want me.” I smiled all the way to my room. The ease that existed was special.
I took her out to Appaloosa. The train ride may have been a bit long for just dinner, but I wanted to get her as far away from our house by White Tail Woods as possible.
I held her hand as we entered The Stable diner and kept a wing around her to steady her. I was proud that I had the prettiest mare with me. I stared at her as we ate. There was none of the old awkwardness or old silence. We had so much to talk about to each other. 
I laughed when she suggested she might need warmer clothes soon enough.
I was so proud as she ate so daintily. Her hoof delicately touched the food before bringing it to her mouth. I couldn’t care less if people stared at her.
“Frost?”
“Yes?”
“What was the kiss about?”
It took me some time to remember that had happened. ”I wanted to wait till it was sometime special and it just happened by accident.”
“Well, it was nice Frost. Can we do it again sometime?”
That was all it took for my penis to start to unsheathe. “Of course I definitely wanted to do that again. There’s nothing I’d love more, especially since you are the prettiest mare around.”
Her blush and giggle were enchanting. Not surprising of course, she declined to get desert. I held her hoof as we left the restaurant, but she held mine tighter. My mind was running wild. What if she wanted more? What if it became more than kisses.
I knew she would probably fall asleep on the train ride back, but surprisingly, she talked to me the whole way back.
As we got home and entered the front door, I wanted to kiss her right then and there.
“Can I change first frost?”
It surprised me for two reasons. First, it meant she was thinking the same thing and that meant maybe our relationship was truly becoming more, and secondly, somehow the thought of kissing her in her nightclothes made it seem more intimate.
I helped her up the stairs. Well, that wasn’t totally true. She was capable of climbing the stairs. I just worried she would fall, so I liked to help her. As I brushed my teeth, I saw Charming go over to the bed. I expected this to happen downstairs, but clearly Charming wanted this to be something else.
I was rather thankful that over the years I had learned to hide my erection rather well. It wasn’t as if she could see it, but I didn’t want her to feel it either.
“Why did you want to get into bed Charming?” I asked as I got under the sheets.
“Because.”
I was on my back, her head resting gently on my stomach and my hoof gently rubbing her side. The lights flickered above us and cast a glow on us that made everything we were doing seem all the more dirty. I watched her hoof move to my face and felt it trace my lips. She raised herself, fingers still touching my lips and bent towards me. Her mouth made contact with mine her warm soft lips were gently pressed gently against mine and that sent a surge of arousal through my body. Her kiss was soft, chaste, and innocent, but at the same time had a sexual fire behind it.
As she lay back down, silence ensued. I tried to figure out what the kiss meant.
“Can I kiss you again?” She asked quietly.
“I would like that so much. That kiss was wonderful.”
A deep smile graced her face, one that showed she was nervous how I would take the kiss. I had her on her back before she could do anything. 
“Can I kiss you this time?”
“Okay,” she says smiling.
I took the sight of her in as I stared. She was such a beautiful mare. I was aroused at the thought of kissing her. I leaned over and kissed her beautiful lips. It was something special. It was as if she was chewing my lips. When I felt her pulling me in, her mouth opening, and her tongue touching mine, I almost came right there. That was how sensual the kiss was.
She almost whinnied as our tongues explored. I couldn’t stop my hoof from rubbing a wing. This had to stop. I was worried I would push it too far.
Charming cuddled into my side, a hoof falling over my stomach.
I was shocked when I heard soft breathing. She had fallen asleep. I wondered how she could sleep. I held her for half an hour, my painful erection throbbing against my stomach and leaking pre. Eventually I slipped from bed, went into the bathroom, and closed the door. I beat off as if she was going to wake up any moment. Semen burst forth and covered the wall. Guilt consumed me more and more with each spurt. Maybe cleanup didn’t matter too much with her being blind and all, but it was penance for what I had just done.
Our relationship had irreversibly changed. When our tongues had touched, that spark had ignited something sexual deep in both of us. I still felt guilt, but at the same time, this was a part of our relationship that we enjoyed freely.
I got to kiss her again the next morning. I woke up quite hard and took care of it with guilt in the bathroom. It was so erotic coming back to bed and having her pull me down by my neck to her lips. He mouth was open and her tongue waiting. We toyed until I reluctantly broke the kiss. 
“Charming, time to get up.”
She had a knowing smile. “Morning you,” she said carefully slipping from bed. “Nice kiss huh?” she yelled as she moved down the hall to her room.
Before the end of the day, it was as if we both had been kissing forever. At breakfast, she caressed lightly, but sweetly.
“Thanks Frost.”
When we were on the couch, she practically forced her way onto my lap. “Now Frost, please?” she begged
We kissed deeply, our heads moving in unison. I felt a little arousal when her tongue pushed its way into my mouth. Sucking it gently was so amazing and her breath became faster when our lips lost contact. “Wow,” she said breathily.
As I prepared dinner, she looked at me and begged. “Please,” she whined
I turned and kissed her. Her slight moans as my tongue explores her mouth never failed to make me hard.
My favorite thing though, was sitting on the couch watching one of her favorite shows as she turned to me. “Frost, please?” How could I say no to her? As out tongues touched, hers moved with an urgency to it. As she moaned deeply into my mouth, I knew at that moment that I wanted her to be my first. I wanted to make love to her. There was no mare prettier in Equestria.
I broke the kiss. “Charming my love. I love you so much, and I want to do more. Maybe massage your body, touch and make love to you.
After a pause, she resumed smiling. “Okay.”
“You know what I mean right,” I said sounding worried.
“Oh frost, of course. Who else would I want to be my first? I don’t think anyone else in Equestria would have stayed with me.”
“There’s no mare I’d rather be with.”
I turned off everything downstairs and carried her upstairs to my bedroom. I carefully helped her out of her clothes.
“Can I feel you Frost?”
“Wherever you want,” I said turning bright red.
It was an odd experience to finally have her feeling my body. She started by feeling my face and quickly kissing me. She worked over my body and remarked on how soft my fur was, before carefully feeling my wings. Precum was pouring out of my erection.
Her hooves traced my hips and stopped on my erection I could see her concentrating as she felt it. Her hooves explored its length. “It’s big Frost,” she commented both hooves holding onto it gently. She explored the end, spreading my pre around. Her hooves slipped down, and gently felt the outline of my testicles before moving on.
Apparently satisfied, she smiled at me. “Your turn.”
I could feel my body shaking. Somehow, I should have felt guilt, but I didn’t anymore. I felt intense love for her, more than I had for anything else. I wanted to make love to her, something that until she had said it was okay I would have never done. I wanted her to be as close to me as possible. I wanted to have sex with my girlfriend of nine years and it finally felt right.
A charge went through me as her panties were revealed. She pulled her nightclothes off slowly and all I could do was stare at the marvelous pout of her pudenda, enhanced by how her extremely snug panties seemed to be pulled into her lips. It was so much more erotic than I thought.
I let my hoof trace her mouth and felt her smile. Leaning over I kissed her, my tongue touching hers. I could swear she was still growing.
As I continued to kiss her, my hoof slid across her stomach to rest on her lovely mound. I felt a thrill when I got the go ahead. I carefully felt it, sensing how plump it was. It was part of what made her such a sensual being; well, everything about her did. As I rubbed her gently, I heard a faint moan. I thought of slipping her panties down and rubbing her bare pussy.
Breaking our kiss, I hooked my hooves in the waist of her panties and watched her wiggle her bottom a bit for me, causing her pussy to engorge a bit. This caused a beautiful camel toe to form. I pulled her panties down, all the while staring at her vagina. It filled the space between her legs perfectly. Before I could do anything, she had made it easy for me to access back there. I was blushing as I bent down. Her vagina was stunning. Its smell was sexual and incredibly alluring. Her clit was huge and a thing of such beauty. Something I felt might be in a sculpture gallery. Her labia were plump, very thick and tightly closed; sort of made me think of something rugged yet very beautiful.
She moaned softly when I caressed her clit. I let part of my hoof slip between her lips and began pulling it down. I watched her labia parting to form around it. An uncomfortable thought racked my brain when I felt the small opening to her vagina. I realized how much she would have to stretch to accommodate me. It wasn’t that I was some monster or something down there, far from it actually and quite proud. It was that I was now really scared to go through with it even knowing she wanted it as much as I did.
I used small movements as I rubbed her vaginal opening as I kissed, licked and sucked her clit. Feeling her moisture on my hoof, a sign of her arousal I stopped. I leaned over and felt her position herself as well. Face to face, my erection was ready to be thrust in, but I waited.
I kissed her, my erection bouncing like crazy, as it finally hit me that it was really going to happen. She held me as out tongues mingled and arousal built.
“It might hurt, Charming,” I whispered to her trying to show I cared.
“Can we still try?” she asked pushing back at me.
With the excitement almost too much, I held my penis to help this take only one push. Charming’s head was cradled into me as my erection first touched her pussy. My generous precum made it slide along her lips and so I took my time gliding it up and down her lips. Precum made her very slick and as the minutes passed, her labia started gently parting, hugging the side of my crown while I kept moving it up and down. I wanted her to enjoy this even if it meant it would be less pleasurable for me.
Gradually I felt the tip sink deeper and deeper. Every stroke now I felt it stop at the entrance to her small vaginal entrance. I thought about it. What if I hurt her? Could I live with that?
As I slipped my erection up and down, it caressed her clit. I heard her murmur every time. Her body was soon moving with me, as she held me tighter. She was pushing her pussy at me.
I worried I wouldn’t last. Once my erection was nestled against her entrance I stopped. Charming continued her movements, moving her pussy against me. She wormed herself so that she was firmly pressed against me and there was no way I was going to go anywhere. I wanted to thrust, but I let her make all the decisions here.
I felt her pull me right against her. Her opening dilated slightly as I began to penetrate her. God, our first time.
I felt and heard as she lost her virginity. She cried as it happened and shook. I was part way into her and stretching her. Since I never had sex, I didn’t know what to expect. I held my position waiting for her. It felt like forever before she began to move again. She had a certain awkward rhythm.  I knew from how my penis was pulsing that a lot of precum was leaking out of me. It helped as I felt my penis slip into her. It was so tight.
“I knew it would fit in Frost.” She said
I was fucking her. My penis was in an incredibly tight moist sheath as it throbbed. It felt so good. I let go of my penis and rubbed one wing of hers lovingly. That moment with my erection lodged in her was something I wanted to remember for the rest of my life
“How are you feeling my sweet Charming?”
“It feels so big Frost.”
“Does it hurt?” I asked concerned.
“Just a bit.”
“Don’t move, and let your body adjust. Tell me any time you want me to take it out and I will.” I bent and kissed her. “I knew I could probably cum by doing nothing.
She started to move with small movements and I felt her clit rubbing me. I joined her movements, sawing my erection in and out slowly. In very small increments, I felt her walls part and strain to let more of my penis in. Carefully executed movements allowed me to sink deeper into her pussy, my penis held in a vice grip. I sighed when I felt the tip of my erection hit her cervix. My penis was held by a sheath that moved. It massaged and stimulated. Her pelvis was sort of like a machine the way she carefully worked me.
She pressed up at me, lodging my erection against her cervix. She relaxed, pulled back and did it all over again. She was fucking me and it felt exquisite. She started moving more, her pussy pushing me off like an intruder before she plunged me back in. I felt my climax nearing. 
I reached down with a hoof and massaged her wonderful globes as I started to fuck her gently. I moved my body; withdrawing, thrusting ever so gently as her tight pussy gripped me. She felt and looked so wonderful. I continued to fuck her with slow erotic strokes and an ache developed. 	
The need was suddenly strong. The gates opened.
“Frost,” she cried out. Her hooves digging into me. Charming was cumming, her body jerking enough that I held her down, her vagina gripping and releasing almost to the point of pain.
I groaned at the intense jolt of joy that ran through me. I stroked firmly into her once more and my cock flared to implant itself. The climax came like a freight train. Cum tore up my shaft like a rocket as I spurted hard and deep into her. A groan escaped my mouth as I did this. My cum exploded in aching pulses. My eyes and I became lost in bliss. Each glorious pulse filled Charming with more semen. I came until I ached and cramped, collapsing on top of her.
I was completely exhausted, but intensely satisfied. When I felt her move, I rolled off her.
“How are you Charming?”
“A bit sore Frost, but really good,” she said snuggling into me.
We fell asleep together, a wet spot forming on the sheets. Our journey as a couple has just begun.