Love Like Fleeting Breeze
Who can look back on their childhood years and find nothing worthy of chagrin? Certainly not I. But I – princess though I may be – was as much a victim of my circumstances as any other. And though we all may look back on our errors in the past, is that not the same case with everyone? I did, of course, go through a phase of self-disgust and shame... I grew out of that eventually, just as I grew out of my debased lust. Or, as I learned to control my desire, at least.
A pony's first experience has a powerful impact on what she wants, as I have learned. Of all ponies, I should know this better than most.
It was a day like any other, the day that set me on the path of perversion. Only a few days after my twenty-fourth birthday, my sister and my nanny conspired to replace my familiar playmate with a new colt.
They told me that Longhorn was getting too old to play with me, that it was time for him to move on and get seriously involved in his schooling. I knew that was nothing but lies. I may have been a mere filly on the outside, but inside I felt as wise as the ancients. Longhorn and I still very much enjoyed each other's company – why shouldn't we continue playing together?
But both my sister and my nanny insisted, and back in those days I hadn't yet asserted enough royal independence to contradict either of them, much less both at once. Besides, it was hardly the first time one playmate and friend had left to be replaced by another. In my twenty-four years, I had already seen nearly a dozen come and go. I always missed them, but I was always happy to meet a new friend as well. Of course, back then such feelings were entirely innocent.
But as much as I may have gotten used to the idea of perpetually trading old playmates for new ones as they aged and I didn't, that didn't stop me from protesting it. Oh, how I whined!
“But Amaryllis! I don't want a new playmate. I like Longhorn. I want him back!”
My old nanny smiled down at me, her lips wrinkling around a toothless grin. “Now, dearie. We've been through this before. Longhorn has been getting a bit too old, too big, too ah ... well-developed to play with little fillies like you. It's time for you to make a new friend to play with and let Longhorn go learn how to be a rancher with his brothers.” Amaryllis was always like that – she would talk as sweetly as could be, but she would never give me an inch. She acted on the authority of my sister, and she didn't answer to me.
I took in a deep breath, ready to scream out to high heaven about the injustice of it all, but Amaryllis put her hoof over my shoulders and pushed me toward the door of my playroom. “Now, your new playmate is already inside – you wouldn't want to give him the impression that you're a crybaby, now would you?”
I bottled up my incoming squall of tears. I was old enough to feel the terrible burden of trying to act mature, but not old enough yet to understand the farce of such feelings, nor to understand that I was being quite blatantly manipulated. In the end, I settled with just staring up at her with sullen and tear-sparkling eyes.
“Now, aren't you looking forward to meeting your new playmate? His name is Clover Breeze, and he's a pegasus pony. You've never had a pegasus pony for a playmate before, have you?”
I shook my head. It was a first. Which should have been odd, given how many I'd had over the years, but it sort of made sense ... most of the attendants to the royal family, as well as most of the high-society ponies likely to seek out royalty were unicorns. Longhorn had been one of only two earth ponies to play with me. That was part of what made him special ... nowhere near as special as Clover Breeze was about to become ... although I must admit to much speculation over the course of my life: what would have happened if Longhorn had been my first experience instead? How might things have been different?
But I digress. Still sour from the loss of Longhorn, yet eager to meet my new playmate, I allowed Amaryllis to lead me into my private playroom.
It was not as well-furnished with toys of both innocent and erotic nature as it would become in later decades, and in retrospect, the big room looked rather bare at the time, with no more toys than any well-to-do filly might posses. But I still loved it, and it was still the most entertainment I could experience at such a tender young age.
But my playroom was well-known to me. I rushed around the dress-up wardrobe to find my new playmate ... and there he was.
Clover Breeze was a small but well-built pegasus colt. He stood frozen, stock still as I measured him up. He wasn't as tall, but his muscles seemed more developed than mine. His mane had a dark green streak that blended through the white, and it looked striking against his pale green coat and feathers. As soon as he overcame his paralysis, he bowed low. “Your Highness...”
“Don't worry about any of that nonsense,” I told him. “We're supposed to be friends, right?”
He looked up at me, but didn't dare rise from his bow.
“Right, Clover Breeze?”
That got him to stand up. “Um, well...”
“Yes?”
“If I'm not supposed to call you 'Your Highness' ... um, what do I call you?”
“Just Luna is fine.”
He nodded. “And, you can call me just Clover... I mean, if you want to.”
Wow, this one was awfully hesitant. My sister usually had better taste in selecting playmates for me. With most of them, I wouldn’t have to go through this kind of exchange at all. But I shrugged it off, sure that he would come around sooner or later. “Come on,” I told him. “Come and meet my nanny.”
When I presented him in front of Amaryllis, she smiled warmly. “Oh, what a lovely young stallion!” She reached down from her chair and ruffled the top of his mane. “Such a cute little guy, I could just eat him up!”
Clover blushed terribly and mumbled out, “Nice to meet you, Ma'am.”
“And you as well. Go on now, go and play. I'll just—” she yawned “—I'll just stay here and watch over the two of you. To make sure you stay safe.”
Pulling him away from Amaryllis before she could embarrass both of us further, I nudged him in the side. He almost fell over, so I caught him by the wing ... which only made him blush more. “Oh come on,” I said. “Don't be like that. What do you want to play?”
He looked around the room as if in desperation. I realized then that I had put him on the spot, but there was no way to avoid that now. After a short moment, his eyes fell upon the prize possession of the playroom, one of the most recent additions: a smallish ball pit. “Um...” He pointed at it. “Could we...?”
“Sure!” I laughed. “Let's go!”
I took off at a run, which seemed to surprise him. I had to really hold myself back in order to let him beat me there and jump in before me.
Balls scattered and clattered as he darted up the little ladder and dove in head-first. He gave a little whinny – the first sound of actual enjoyment I'd heard from him so far ... and, well, I really liked that sound. It was pure, like a twinkling star high up on a clear night.
The ball pit wasn't very big – it was probably smaller than the gilded washbasin back in my suite. But there was enough room for two ponies, at least when they were as small as us. I dove in next to him just as his head popped up, and I splashed colorful little balls all over his face.
Rather than immediately coming back up, I slank along the bottom of the pit, swimming stealthily through the balls. I'd only had the ball pit for about a month, but I'd already become adept at moving through it.
Clover wasn't moving, and he wasn't making much noise, so it took me a while to find him ... but eventually I did. Grinning to myself like a shark, I paused, then leaped forward and latched onto one of his hind legs.
Oh how he squealed! It was so cute! He jumped straight up, pulling his hoof out of my grasp ... and to my surprise, he didn't come back down.
After a moment, I stood up and popped my head above the surface of the balls. Where had he gone? A quick glance around wasn't helpful. It wasn't until I looked straight up that I saw him hovering high above the pit on his wings. Oh, right ... a pegasus.
“What was that?” he asked.
“It was me, silly! Now come down here.”
The way he laughed when he heard that... I knew something was about to go very badly. “O-kay...” He giggled again ... and then he simply stopped flapping his wings.
He fell, and I dove out of the way, screaming at the top of my little filly lungs. I dodged him just in time, and then a wave of colored balls rolled over me.
I shoved them away with my hooves. “Clover!”
My nanny snorted, rousing from her half-slumber. “Take care now, children,” she said. “Easy now, don't want to ... to get hurt.” She was snoring again before either of us could say anything in reply.
Clover was nowhere to be seen, so I dug down into the balls right where he landed, trying to find him, looking for his light green color among the dizzying colors all around. And there he was ... on his back at the bottom of the pit. He looked up at me, winced, and said “Ow...”
“Well, duh, silly colt.” I laughed a little at his predicament. “What made you think it was a good idea to fall in from so high?”
He shrugged, then shook his head a little, dislodging some balls from his mane. When he stood back up and fought his way back to the top, I hopped out and stood at the top of the ladder.
“Now move out of the way. I'm going to show you the proper way to fall into the ball pit!”
He made haste to get over to the edge, and though he wasn't quite as good at moving through it as I was, he got out of my way quick enough.
Once he was clear, I spun around and jumped up high pirouetting in midair as I flew gracefully. I landed on my back, my wings folding as I touched gently down into the pit, with just enough force to nearly bury myself in the balls.
“That's how you do it,” I said to the ceiling. “You've got wings – use them to slow yourself just before you hit, and then you won't have any problems with hitting the bottom.”
“Okay!” Quickly, much too quickly, he leapt up again, flew a little higher, and then came crashing down for a big belly flop.
I couldn't get out of the way in time – all I could do was wiggle down a little deeper.
He did manage to slow himself with his wings before he hit, but he came down right on top of me.
It wasn't too bad, but the impact knocked the breath out of me and hurled the both of us nearly to the bottom of the ball pit. More balls rolled down on top of us, and we were buried.
I could feel his breath against my neck, and I could feel his belly against mine. It was ... nice, actually, in a weird, tingly-warm kind of way. The fur on his belly was soft, but I could feel the firm muscle underneath it. Without thinking about it, for some reason, I reached up and wrapped my hooves around his back, pulling him a little closer. He felt nice.
“Mmm...” He nuzzled into my mane, sniffing deeply.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
That question sent a jolt of panic through him. I could feel it. I hadn't meant it in any accusatory way ... I honestly didn't know what was happening, even though I kind of liked it. But as soon as I asked, he jumped up, pulling himself out of my grasp, and he leapt up out of the ball pit.
I followed a moment later, though only enough to stick my head up out of the balls.
“I... I... I...” The poor colt was stammering, looking at me like I might blast him with magic and turn him into a ferret or something.
“Relax,” I told him. “You didn't do anything wrong, though maybe you could aim your next jump a little better.”
“Really?”
I nodded. “Come on, it's payback time!”
With a winsome grin, he leapt high over my head. I looked up at his long, smooth belly ... that had just been pressed up against me. It was only for a moment, though, before he dove into the balls behind me, sending more of them flying.
I jumped up and flew for a moment, then tried to flop down on top of him, but he was too quick, he leapt to the side, and I ended up buried neck-deep in the ball pit. He'd gone under – I could only tell where he was by a slight rustling sound.
Oh, he wanted to play at stealth and sneak attacks? Well two could play at that game, and I was sure I could beat him. Quietly, I lowered myself down and submerged myself under the balls.
“Huh?” He said. “Where did you go?”
I grinned to myself as I closed in on my prey.
“Uh...” There was a long pause as Clover froze, not daring even to move. “Luna?”
And I had him. I sprang forward, latching onto his hind legs. This time, I held on tight.
He jumped and squirmed and shouted, but I didn't let him go. I giggled as I held onto him, as he dragged me around through the ball pit. I had him now!
Finally, he flew up and pulled me entirely out of the pit. But I held on doggedly, hugging against his legs as he drew me upward. The extra weight quickly tired him, and we both fell to the cushioned floor around the ball pit, scattering a few wayward balls.
It took a moment for me to realize where I was. We were both laying there, on the cushion. My hooves were wrapped tightly against his back legs, and my face was pressed against his cutie mark. I pulled back a bit and crossed my eyes as I looked at it ... a blooming clover flower. It looked delicious, but there was something else behind what I did, some strange instinct I didn't yet understand.
I licked it.
It didn't taste like clover, of course. His fur was warm, soft, and impeccably groomed. Not a single loose hair came off on my tongue. Strangely enthralled, I licked his fuzzy cutie mark again, squeezing his legs tight. He smelled weird ... weird, but nice. I nuzzled into his flank.
“W-what are you doing?”
I jumped back, yanking myself away as if his nice, supple fur had just burned me. “Um, nothing!” I felt my cheeks burn hot. “Nothing.”
“You ... like my cutie mark?” He tilted his head to the side as he stared at me. He was still lying on the cushion, though I now stood above him.
“Um, yes!” I nodded with overmuch vigor. “Yes, I was only admiring your cutie mark.”
“It's amazing, isn't it? I got it just last week!”
Really, it was that fresh of a mark? My sister had nearly sent me a blank flank to play with – not that she hadn't ever before, but not for years, and never since I got my own mark. “How did you get it?”
“Well, my uncle Buzzy keeps a lot of bees, and I was flying over his field once, when...”
It was strange. I wanted to hear his story – or else I wouldn’t have asked. But now that he was telling it, I found it really hard to concentrate on what he was saying. Instead, I kept being drawn back to the way he said it. The obvious joy in his voice, the way his eyes lit up when he talked about the field full of blooms and bees. Somehow, I stepped closer to him without realizing it.
When I came too close, he stood up. We were standing nearly nose to nose. He wasn't talking anymore ... Had he finished his story, or had he stopped because I came so close? I didn't feel any desire to step away from him, though, even after I realized how near I was to him. There was some string deep in my chest pulling me closer ... and somehow, that felt wonderful.
“Luna?”
“Mm-hm...”
“Luna, what are you—?”
Before he could finish, I came forward and rubbed my nose against his, just a friendly little boop. Well, I had meant it to be no more than that, but he apparently took it to mean something else entirely. He closed the gap, and we kissed.
My first kiss was simple, but even now I look back on it fondly. Our lips touched, and though I was shocked at the intimate contact, I didn't recoil away. Rather, I pressed toward him, making that incredibly warm and soft contact stretch on sensuously. We both stood there, barely moving, transfixed by what was happening between us.
When we finally parted, both of us were panting for breath. It wasn't because I hadn't breathed while we kissed – well, maybe a little of it was because of that – but most of it was for some other reason. I felt so hot, like there was a fire radiating out from my core, up from the bottom of my belly. I almost felt like I was going to start sweating. “Clover,” I mumbled. “Clover, I ... wow.”
He stared at me, half entranced and half terrified. “I'm sorry, I didn't mean to...”
“Let's do it again!” I squealed.
Amaryllis snorted and woke up from her nap. “Do what again? She eyed us suspiciously, then spared a glance for the colorful balls scattered over the floor. “What are you two on about?”
I jumped back away from Clover. “Nothing!”
My nanny's eyes narrowed. “So you're going to do 'nothing' again, hm?”
“We were just playing tag,” Clover said, saving us both. Or perhaps dooming us forever, depending on the perspective. He reached out and bopped my nose with his hoof, then darted away. “You're it!”
“Hey!” Completely ignoring Amaryllis now, I gave chase. Clover was fast, he was maneuverable ... really admirable. But he wasn't as old as I was, and he wasn't as clever. I caught him by doubling back around the big wardrobe when he didn't expect it, causing him to run headfirst into me.
I jumped daintily over him, tapping his rump with my back hoof just before I landed. “You're it now!”
He gave chase, forcing me to run right away. It was close at first – I had to scramble madly through the playroom – but I soon began to outdistance him. He would have never caught me ... if I didn't let him.
I teased him at first, letting him almost catch me, flicking my tail at him. It was delightful, toying with him like that. It gave me thrills that ran up through my whole body to almost let him catch me, then dart away at the last moment, giggling. My flanks tingled with the anticipation of feeling his hoof, but I didn't let him get me, not yet.
And then, one time, I tarried just a moment too long, teased him just a bit too much ... and he pounced on me. His hooves landed on my back, and I tumbled down underneath him. He ended up pinning me down on the floor beneath him.
For some reason I didn't understand, that was thrilling, too. My tail flicked up against his belly and I arched my back up toward him without knowing why I did so.
“You're it!” He cried out, jumping off of me and running away.
Oh, it was on now! I'd given him a dainty little tap, and he repaid me by knocking me down completely? Well, two could play at that game. I gave chase, quickly zeroing in on him ... he must have been getting tired, because he was slower ... he kept looking over his shoulder at me and giving me this weird look. It was almost like he wanted to get caught.
Of course, it didn't take long. A minute later, I closed in and smashed into him from the side, sending both of us tumbling and sprawling out onto the floor. Neatly stacked building blocks scattered as we plowed through them.
Luckily, neither of us landed on top of any blocks – that would have hurt. But I did land on top of Clover. He was on his belly, and I lay across him sideways, my chest over his lap. As I began to pick myself up, I looked down at him.
Oh, and there he was. My sister had told me about colt parts before, but I had never seen them so close...
There was his sheath, right there. And there were his cute little balls, tucked up high and tight between his back legs. I was staring, I knew. My sister said it was rude to stare. But for some reason, I really wanted to. It tickled something deep inside of me to see this, to see his pert little maleness laid out right in front of me at the base of his vulnerable young belly. I drew a little closer, and his sheath began to bulge just a bit bigger...
Clover jumped up and pulled away from me, knocking me over.
This time, I did land on building blocks. “Ow!” I yelped, standing back up and glaring at him.
“Sorry, sorry!” He cringed away. “I didn't meant to... I just, I had to, um...”
“Was it because I was looking at your...?”
He rushed back over to me. “No! No! It's not your fault. I was just, um... My dad says I'm not supposed to, um, 'drop' in front of fillies or mares.” He shuffled his feet. “And, um...”
“And you were about to?” My youthful eyes lit up. Celestia had mentioned something like this, but I'd never really seen it with my own eyes. “Do it! Do it!”
He jumped back, his fur standing on end. “I can't do that! My dad said not to. Not in front of any mare, much less a ... a...”
I took a menacing step toward him. “Don't you dare call me a princess. I'm not a princess in this room, I'm just a filly who wants to play.”
“Um, anyway, I'm not supposed to do that in front of fillies. Dad said so.”
Crisis of royalty averted. Now I could focus more on what I wanted ... and what I wanted right now was to satisfy my curiosity. I glanced over at Amaryllis, making sure she was still sound asleep. Then I turned back to him and grinned mischievously. “Do you always do what your dad tells you?”
He blanched. “I, um...”
Taking advantage of his hesitation, I came up close to him, close enough to touch, not that I did. “Come on,” I whispered. “It won't hurt anything, and I'll show you mine if you'll show me yours.”
He blinked at me. “Really?”
“I promise.”
He glanced around the room, and I noticed him checking on my nanny's slumber as well.
“Come on, it's just a little bit of fun. Don't you want to see?”
“Um, uh-huh.” He gulped. “But, um, can you go first?”
“Is that nervousness I hear?” I giggled as he blushed and struggled to look tough and masculine. He completely failed to pull it off, but it was really cute. But I didn't mind going first. One of the most important lessons my sister taught me in her talk was that there's never any reason to feel ashamed about my body or who I am. I spun around, grinned at him over my shoulder, and then lifted my tail.
His eyes opened wide, and his mouth gaped. He looked dumbstruck from simply seeing under my tail. Silly colt, I thought – that was nothing special, it was just a part of me. Why should he be reacting like that? For a moment I thought it might be because mine was somehow weird or ugly, but when a big stupid grin spread across his face, I knew he was the weird one.
“Okay, you've had your look.” I tucked my tail back down. He lurched forward, reaching a hoof out in some kind of desperation, but I spun and blocked him with my own hooves. “Time for you to hold up your side of the bargain.”
Clover took a step backward. “I...”
“You have to! You promised.”
He crinkled his brows at that, but he didn't call me out on that little lie – he hadn't actually promised anything. I had, but he hadn't. But he must have been a clever colt, because he also seemed to understand that he had given his word to a princess, and he'd better not break it. “Um, okay,” he mumbled. “How do I...?”
“Follow me.” I led him around to the other side of the big wardrobe, where Amaryllis wouldn’t be able to see if she happened to wake up. “Now lie down.” I stopped him as he began to do it wrong. “No, on your back.”
He did as he was told, showing me his pale green belly, but I still couldn’t see as well as I wanted.
“Spread your legs, too.”
He was blushing furiously now, but he did it. And now his cute little package was right there in the open for me to stare at.
I smiled ... but I wanted more. There was a curiosity in me, and not just the normal kind of curiosity like exploring new regions of the sky or learning a new spell. Some of that, sure, but it was mixed with something else, something I'd never really felt before. It felt good to see him, kind of the same way eating chocolate cake felt good, but a little lower in my belly. It was weird, but I liked it. I moved in close, to get a really good look. His belly was fuzzy, but his soft-looking sheath and his tight, round balls were hairless, they were a very slightly darker green, not as dark as the streak in his mane. The balls especially looked smooth and nice ... I kind of wanted to touch them, to feel if they were squishy or firm, or maybe hard like marbles.
“Now show me,” I told him.
“But I ... I am showing you.”
“No you're not! You promised to show me yours, and now you're keeping it tucked away where I can't see it.” I pointed to the tip of his sheath. “Make it come out.”
He curled up, clutching himself. “I can't do that!”
“You promised!”
“No I—”
I gave him a stern look, and he deflated. He even let his limbs relax back out, restoring most of my view.
“I can't just make it come out. It kind of has to do it on its own.” He looked down at it ruefully. “I mean, sometimes, late at night, I touch it, and...” He covered his mouth. “I probably shouldn't talk about that.”
“You get it to come out by touching it? Do it!”
Grimacing, he looked away from me. “This isn't ... I'm pretty sure I'm not supposed to be doing this.”
I'd had enough of his reneged words, though, and now I knew how to take matters into my own hooves. Plus, I kind of wanted to touch him anyway. Knowing what he looked like made me want to know what he felt like, too. I took a step closer, reached down, and touched the soft fur of his belly, stroking downward toward his sheath.
He flinched as if I'd struck him, but when I stared him in the eyes, he stopped moving and let me do it.
And then I touched his sheath. It was soft ... and fleshy, and really weird-feeling. But it was interesting, and as I pressed a little more firmly, I could feel something inside it, a small mound that began to swell as I felt it. But there was more for me to touch. Sliding my hoof farther along, I brushed the delicate insides of his thigh on my way to his lovely little balls. They were perfect, so round and smooth, held tight against his belly. When I touched them, I was surprised how solid they felt. There was hardly any give at all – I could move them back and forth, but the round ball inside felt stiff and strangely heavy. I tried pushing a little harder.
“Ow!” Clover flinched. One of his back legs nearly hit me. “Be gentle!”
Okay, so apparently those were pretty sensitive. I could still enjoy touching them gently, though ... and I did. They were fascinating, so alien and strange, and yet they seemed just right. They were perfect and adorable, and they were stirring some feeling inside me – it was starting to feel like I was missing something deep within, that I needed something more than myself in order to feel whole.
Responding to my touches, Clover's tip finally emerged from the rim of his sheath, popping free. Even though barely any of it showed yet, it already slumped down onto his belly fur.
I moved my attention to that instead – it was something brand new for me to explore. And I explored eagerly. Right away, I began playing with the floppy little tip of it. Clover made a funny little whimper when I first touched it, and it immediately started growing bigger, sliding up his belly as more and more of it slipped out of him.
Grinning, I slid the soft underside of my hoof up and down it. He seemed to like that, and more importantly, it made him grow. It didn't stay floppy or little. Soon it grew pretty big, stretching up past his belly button, and as it got bigger, it got stiffer. It started pulsing, and when it pulsed upward, it would lift itself entirely up off of his belly. The mottled skin of it was still soft, but underneath, I could feel the hard weight. For some reason, that excited me. It made my hind legs dance back and forth a little, and my tail flicked through the air.
Clover breathed heavily, his belly heaving up and down beneath my hooves. His face was flushed, and he looked up at me as if he couldn’t believe what was happening, what he was feeling.
He was so cute like that! I wanted to hug him, squeeze him close to me ... oh how I wanted him close to me all the sudden. Acting on an impulsiveness I hadn't yet learned to control, I pressed myself down onto him, sprawling on top of him sideways and squeezing him to myself. Even as his colt parts pressed against my body, I kept touching him with my hooves where I could, rubbing his belly and his thighs, his chest and his cutie mark. I couldn’t get enough of him! I loved the way he felt hot against me. I wanted to touch all of him at once, to wrap myself around him.
“Luna...” he said.
I came up to him, sliding over his belly as I reached up toward his face. Grabbing hold of his mane, I pulled his head down the rest of the way and kissed him deeply. The need was burning in me now, though I didn't know what it was. But kissing him felt good, it felt right. It felt even better as I snuggled into place on top of him, straddling his lithe young body and letting his warm cock slide on my underbelly.
He joined in the kiss enthusiastically, opening his mouth for me and wrapping a hoof around the back of my neck to hold me closer. Whether he knew what he was doing or not, his hips instinctively rocked upward, thrusting his hardness against my soft, barely-developed filly teats.
The kiss lasted forever, and that wasn't long enough. But we did eventually have to part, if only to breathe. Oh how amazing it felt to be touching a colt like this, to be touching him like this. The rush of it overflowed my senses. I knew things were going much too fast, but I was swimming in bliss and only wanted more and faster. That heat inside me was pushing further back – I felt it low in my belly now, and under my tail. It felt like somepony was dripping hot honey on me back there, and as weird as it was, I liked it and I didn't want it to stop.
“Hm?” Amaryllis' voice called out into the room. “Where'd you two go?”
I jumped off of Clover and poked my head out from behind the wardrobe. “Over here. We're just playing hide and seek.”
Her old eyebrows quirked. “If both of you are hiding back there, who are you hiding from?”
I hesitated ... my face felt hot. I was sure she could see how flushed I must look.
But Clover came to my rescue. He came up next to me, not far enough out to let Amaryllis see his hind end, though. I held him back with a hoof before he could make that mistake. His voice took on a falsetto, spooky lilt. “We're hiding from the invisible pony-eating land shark!” He looked around the room theatrically. “Ssh! We have to be quiet, or he'll hear us!”
Amaryllis grinned indulgently and nodded. “Hmm, yes.” She sniggered. “Always have to watch out for those. Vicious beasts, they are. You two had better keep hiding – but be sure to call for me if he finds you ... or if you need anything else, dearies.” Still smiling, she tucked her head against her shoulder and closed her eyes, pulling a shawl up over herself.
Both Clover and I ducked back behind the wardrobe. I hugged his neck and kissed him on the cheek. “Thanks for that. I don't know what would happen if she caught us doing ... um, what we were doing.”
“We have to be careful.” He kissed me back, on the lips this time, and we were distracted with that novel sensation for another few moments. He couldn't seem to get enough of it, either. “What were we doing?”
I pursed my lips, thinking. “I was just getting a good look at you, that's all.” Craning my neck to the side, I looked under his belly. His cock was still out, but it was drooping down toward the floor now. It swung back and forth with his movements. “Can I... Can I look some more?” I was sure he'd say yes – he seemed to be enjoying it.
He had other ideas, though. “Since you touched mine ... can I touch yours?”
My breath caught in my throat. My sister had been very firm on that point – I wasn't supposed to let anypony touch me in those places, and certainly not any stallion or colt. She said I'd understand when I was older. Well, I'd only been sixteen when she told me that, and I was twenty-four now. I was older ... and I foolishly felt like I understood. I understood that I kind of wanted him to touch me. Something happened under my raised tail, a twitch of muscles I'd never felt before. It made my legs twitch a little. Yes, I really wanted him to touch me. And it would be fair, after all. I'd touched him, he should be allowed to touch me in turn.
I nodded, quickly kissed him again, and then turned around for him, my tail still flagged high.
For a long moment, he just stared at me. I could feel his gaze on my rump, the same way I could feel if the moon was shining on me or not without opening my eyes. And then he took a step forward.
I tingled in anticipation, wondering what his touch would feel like. When it came, I didn't like it. His hoof was hard and scratchy against my most delicate skin. “Ow!” I pulled away from him and glanced back angrily. That's too rough!”
He looked at his hoof, then back at me, blinking. I could plainly see his desire for more warring with his need to take care and be gentle. He stared at my butt and bit his lower lip.
“I'm sorry,” he said eventually. “What if I, um, what if I used my mouth instead?”
What kind of pony would ever want his mouth there? It was so strange to think about, and maybe I even thought it was a little gross at the time. But at least it wouldn't be rough and scratchy like his hoof... “Okay, just be careful – and don't you dare bite me!”
“Of course I won't,” he said, coming closer.
I lost sight of his face behind my blue tail, and a moment later I felt his warm breath between my hind legs. It made me tingle so much! I felt like I could melt into him right then and there. That twitching came again.
“Woah!” His breath tickled me, releasing another spasm of twitches. “It's ... it's winking open at me! And there's drippy stuff coming out of it... Are you okay?”
“I'm fine,” I told him. “It feels good.” It felt more than good. Tingling anticipation ran up and down through me, making my fur stand on end. “Just touch me already!”
“Alright.” Without any further delay, Clover closed that last little gap, nuzzling himself in between my round filly cheeks, and his lips touched me where I wasn't supposed to be touched.
I gasped. This was incredible! Parts of me were lighting up that had never been needed before, and they felt wonderful. At first, he just brushed his lips across my vulva, exploring the prim curve of it, but he soon opened his mouth and slid his hot, wet tongue across the delicate entrance, growing bolder and bolder as he slathered my awakening marehood. I couldn't speak; I could barely think. My legs trembled and I pressed myself back against his mouth, encouraging him to do more and more.
“You smell amazing,” he mumbled, his mouth full of my filly flesh.
I suppressed a whimper of desire. I had to keep quiet or my nanny would hear us. But as good as this felt, that hollow need inside me was growing. It felt like he was spreading my burning need right back onto my pussy, making it hotter and hotter, but it wanted more. “I want something inside,” I whispered to him. “I need it, please!”
He pulled away for an agonizing moment. “Huh? Something inside? Like what?”
“Please! I just need something!”
After just a moment, he came back to me, curing me of that dreadful absence, bringing back all the warmth from before. And this time, he licked his tongue across my little slit and then stuck it inside.
My tail shot back up, and my back arched. “Mmn!” I couldn’t help but make a sound. This was so perfect! I hadn't known it yet, but there were parts of me I'd never seen or thought of before, and those parts of me needed to be touched. Waves of pleasure rocked me forward and back as he licked inside me. “Oh Clover, you're—” I squeaked and stammered when he got to the bottom of my slit and touched something special. “Aah! Clover!”
I could feel him grin against my little filly flower, and he went for it again, making my hips jerk. That hot honey came again, and I felt its scathing pleasure spread against me. Something was building inside of me, like a bubble inflating bigger and bigger ... and I didn’t know what would happen when it popped.
His breath chuffed against me under my tail. I could feel each warm blast from his nostrils, and for some reason he was doing it more and more, sniffing at me, eating up my scent. I could feel the tension in his lips, it was like he was going to burst, too. When he did, he leapt up and set his chest on top of my butt. My tail was pressed between him and my back.
I looked up at him. “Clover! What are you doing?”
“I ... don't know.” His hips jerked randomly, thrusting toward me. The tip of his cock bumped up against my ass cheeks. “I was just... It's something about that smell, it made me want to— Oh! Oh Luna!” Without warning, his cock touched my pussy. My lips winked open, and he slipped a little bit inside.
We both froze for a moment, transfixed by the pleasure and the heat. My eyes were wide in shock, but I didn't move to dislodge him. It felt amazing. I twisted my neck to look up into his eyes. “Clover?”
“Are we...? Is this...?” He looked down at me, his mouth gaping.
With a dumb grin, I let my eyes slide halfway closed and leaned my head back as far as I could, hoping to kiss him again. My pleasure-addled mind was obsessed with him, and that's all I could think of wanting at the moment.
He pressed forward to meet my kiss, but the kiss never happened. His push caused more of his length to flow into me. The slick inner walls of my virgin pussy slid over him as they opened and welcomed their very first cock. We both shuddered as he began to fill me, forgetting about the kiss as both of us forgot about anything more than finding out just how much more of this we could have.
There was much, much more. His long, slow push fed me more of his cock, and that hot void that had been growing inside me welcomed him eagerly. Higher and higher the precipice of our pleasure rose ... until, finally, his hips met mine, and we were pressed together as closely as any two ponies could ever be.
We stayed like that for a long moment, locked in place by our mutual desire and by our own anatomy. I could feel the pressure of him deep inside my belly, as well as his shaft spreading my inner walls around him from there all the way out to between my butt-cheeks. I pushed back against him, melting into him as I dipped lower, welcoming him just a little precious bit deeper inside. To accommodate his girth, I spread my legs open just a little wider.
That motion seemed to revive him. It released him from the frozen animation he'd been stuck in. And whether he knew what he was doing or he was just acting on deeply instinctual urges, he began thrusting in and out of me, churning me from the inside out with bursts of pleasure.
It hit my every need. I really felt like he was touching every part of me at once, like I was wrapped around him and could feel every bit of him. The slight curve of his cock made it press so wonderfully against just the right spots inside me, making me quiver and pulse around him. My pussy sucked at him, always trying to pull him in deeper and get more, but he would always pull out again before giving me just what my insides wanted most – another firm, quick thrust into my very core.
Through it all, I kept as quiet as I could. Waking Amaryllis up while we were like this would be disastrous. But I could only hold back so much. Despite the risk, slight moans escaped my lips with every push from Clover.
My hind legs danced back and forth underneath him, my body always seeking a little bit more, trying to find the angle that would let him truly fill me. I looked back at his cute little body as he hunched over my back, pumping into me so earnestly with his strong colt muscles. His back hooves rose up onto tippy-toes with every deep thrust he made, and his whole body trembled on top of my back. I couldn't see it, but I could imagine his tight little balls wiggling back and forth as his slender colt cock slid in and out of my pussy, the skin of it sliding against my entrance as it disappeared inside. I wished I could see it. Those barely-pubescent colt parts had already imprinted a need on me, even as they filled me. And the thought of his taut green ass flexing as he pushed and pushed inside...
The bubble inside me popped. I had no idea what was happening to me, only that my insides clenched down onto Clover's cock and exploded bright sparks of pleasure through me. They surged through my every limb and muscle, out to every little hair. A warm gush coated my hind legs with filly nectar, and I squealed. The culmination of my very first climax took me by surprise and set me awash in an impenetrable fog of heady pleasure, even as my pussy kept spasming and gripping at Clover's cock.
He hadn't stopped moving, either. But his thrusts became more erratic and feral. He gripped my sides hard between his front legs, and he bit down on the base of my mane. I didn't yet know what was happening – I didn't know that a stallion's tip flared so much wider just before he came. All I knew was that the twitching afterglow pleasure of my own climax only grew as he filled me impossibly full. He grunted and snorted against my mane, shoved himself as deep inside as he could, and then he froze there for a long moment, his whole body trembling as he held me.
I felt the bulge of it enter through my stretched pussy lips, felt it slide down into me through his cock. And then I felt the momentary surge of Clover's cum entering my womb. As the warmth of that spread all through me and dissipated, another spurt came, even stronger than the first. I panted, and I twitched each time his cock throbbed deep inside me, releasing his young, virile seed into me. Innocent filly that I was, I had no idea what was actually happening. I only knew that the glorious sense of warm fullness inside me grew with each pulse of his cute little cock ... so much more that my fading orgasm redoubled with a frantic aftershock that gripped me to my core. I could feel my body pulling him in, begging him for just a little more...
But he was only a young colt, after all. Those cute little balls of his could only give me so much. After a few too-short moments, his cock softened inside of me. It slipped out easily – and messily – when he slid off my back.
“Luna...” He panted, a huge grin on his face. “That was... that was...”
“Young lady!” Amaryllis' screech tore through that cherished moment, tearing it in two. “What are you doing? Did you two just...” My nanny's face went pale as she saw the mess between my back legs. She probably even saw a little bit of Clover's white cream dribbling out of me. “I... I must call for your sister at once!”
And that was the end. I only had a precious few moments left with Clover as Amaryllis ran screaming for the guards. We looked at each other and shared one last kiss. I told him I would do anything to see him again, no matter what, and I hugged him close.
“I love you, Luna,” he said.
And then the guards came, and my sister as well. They tore me away from him before I could say it: 'I love you, too Clover.' The last I saw of him was between the huddling bodies of the royal guards as they pulled me out through the playroom's door.
I never saw Clover Breeze again. I was never able to tell him.
The next few hours passed in a distant blur of contraceptive spells and hastily-prepared baths. They scrubbed me so thoroughly it was almost cruel. It was weeks before I was allowed in the playroom again. Months before I was allowed another playmate. Years before they ever gave me another colt. Amaryllis resigned immediately, of course. She was replaced by a team of stern and strict guards for nearly a decade before I gained enough respect in the palace to at least be allowed to choose my own nanny.
And maybe sheltering me was where they went wrong. After experiencing an ultimate pleasure like that, my little filly mind was fixated on it, on that and nothing else. Rather than developing a relationship and learning what it meant to love a developing stallion, all I had was that one moment, that sweet moment of a cute colt eagerly giving me his virginity. Every aspect of our wonderful encounter was seared into my mind by constant repetition. This was what sex was to me, this was what I wanted more than anything. Instead of being allowed to progress and develop, I was caught in a whirlwind of repeating that first touch of love over and over.
Is it any shock, then, that when I finally managed to get another opportunity, I would want it again? Taking a young colt's innocence was the only thing that could stoke the fires inside of me to their very peak. In some way, each and every one of them was Clover Breeze. But I have only myself to blame that none of these youthful relationships ever blossomed into anything. I am the one who always discarded my deflowered colts in favor of younger, fresher ones. I was the one who wanted nothing more than to repeat that sweet moment when a colt becomes a stallion.
And that stayed with me for centuries. For far too long. I could justify it to myself, at least, when I had the body of a young filly. Even though I was world-wise on the inside, my body looked as young as the colts I lusted for. If that wasn't enough justification, I could at least tell myself that the size of their young bodies was more suited to my own size, that I had no option of pursuing full-grown stallions, leaving me no other choice to fill my needs.
But as the centuries passed, the lie of that showed through. Even as my body developed through its teenage phases, even as I grew into a jaw-droppingly desirable young mare ... I still wanted the little colts. There was something about their energy, their innocence, that kept me coming back to them, even when what I was doing was clearly molestation of the worst sort.
It took my sister to finally make me see that, and make me see why I had to stop. For a long time throughout my depravity, I thought I was doing these colts a favor, helping them develop. But when one lives as long as an alicorn, one can live to see how these things turn out. So many of them ended up in unhealthy relationships, turned to extreme sexual acts, or turned away from erotic pleasure entirely...
Eventually, I couldn’t justify it to myself anymore, much less to my sister or anyone else.
Since that day, I can say proudly, I have not touched a single underage colt. I might occasionally give myself the treat of seducing a full-grown stallion who was still a virgin, but even that I kept to no more than one or two a year. Even before the Nightmare Moon incident, I had gone nearly a thousand years without giving in to my base desires.
Of course, I cannot be held responsible for what Nightmare Moon did during her short reign, even if it was my own depraved lusts that she fed on. She is her own vile entity, and though I may seek to console the colts she consorted with, it is her and her alone who committed such unseemly acts.
I will always be flawed, but who is not?