> The Kiss Of The Pony
>  by Natalya Nurmatovna
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> Chapter 1
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“Thus I have heard, at one point.”

You lift your head, open your eyes, and look left.   

“Really?” You ask.  

She stands in front of the Sun. Although she looks incredibly beautiful in its light – the white and sparkling aura covering her body from behind makes her look like an angel from beyond the highest heaven possible – the tension in your temples from the squinting of your eyes breaks your blissful concentration.

“Well, yeah,” Rainbow said. “How can I forget something like that.”

Your neck starts to hurt. You turn your head back, place your chin on top of the hands resting on the towel, one palm on top of the other, and focus your eyes on the fine yellow sand.  

“Can you believe it?! Rainbow Dash, Wonderbolt Number One, lightning fast, unstoppable, unreachable, beyond everypony else.”

You giggle. Classic Rainbow.

“I bet you heard it from Scootaloo,” you say.

You lift your upper body, then turn around and feel the warmth of the Sun on your belly and chest.

“No. Well, yes. Well, no. Maybe,” Rainbow says. “It’s not my fault she’s the only member of my fanclub and my number one fan. But soon everyone else will join and say the same. Ponies aren’t stupid, y’know? They sense a legend in the making when they see one.”

You can’t hold your smile away while admiring her.

Like always.

The pegasus with the hair and tail of all the colours of the rainbow who had captivated your heart the first moment you saw her grin and the sparkle of her magenta eyes looks at you with her typical smile, innocent and carefree. She stands with her forelegs resting on a multicoloured beach ball, deformed under their pressure – you really need to pump the thing full of air – and moves her body right and left. Her coat blends perfectly with the clear blue expanse of the sky while her tail and mane, liquid gold shimmering across their surface, their tips waving under the caresses of a soft breeze, create the illusion of shifting rainbow blaze.  

“She’s the second best fan,” you say, smiling. “I was, am, and will be your first.”

“She was my number one fan before we even met,” Rainbow says. “You couldn’t have been my number one fan before we started hanging out.”

She lifts her forehooves and throws the ball at you.  

You catch the ball and wrap your arms around it, resting your chin on the white circle at the upper pole of the toy. It was Rainbow’s favourite plaything this summer. Courtesy of you.  

You throw the ball back to her.  

“Your image was there,” you say. “I removed the dust from my heart, and saw you reflected in it.”

Rainbow jumps, her wings fluttering, and catches the ball. Little clouds of sand, shimmering, dance around her feet as she touches the ground.

“But how could you know it was me? We’ve never met before last autumn.”

She throws the ball back to you.  

You catch it.  

“You were always there. I just forgot you. For a little while,” you say, smiling. Although you try to keep a joking tone, you heart twists in that pleasant and blissful way so typical of love with every word you say. 

You throw the ball back to her.

Rainbow catches it, this time without jumping, and places it on the sand.  

“Soooo cheesy,” she says. Your eyes, however, pick a light blush on her cheeks.

“It works,” you say.

“Here, maybe. In Equestria, don’t think so.”

You feel warmth behind her joking tone and love slipping through her blissful and serene smile. She knows you got her, but tries to keep her cool.  

So... Rainbow.

“I guess people – ponies – in Equestria are more perceptive. Here, if you say something nice to a person, something that tickles their vanity and self-love, even if inside you don’t really mean it, you can land yourself a good life. That’s how I did it,” you say.

Rainbow kicks the ball toward you.

“Sure,” she says.  

“I’m not kidding,” you say, catching the ball. “I can take you to a bar and then you’ll see how with a little word here and a little word there I will persuade them to do what I want them to do till all is done and it’s too late to care.”

“It can’t be that easy?” Rainbow, shocked, asks. “What about their being? People must feel what you are on the inside. I always feel it.”

“Sadly, people here don’t have this ability. They’ve lost it,” you say, throwing the ball at Rainbow with the last word rolling off your tongue. “Just dress nicely, make you hair look good, take a shower, straighten your shoulders, put a smile on your face, and you’re ready to go. Not a single person will ever give a damn, let alone feel, your core until very, very, very much later, if at all. To be successful here, you must look good, talk good, and say the right things at the right time. You could have no being, be the vilest thing imaginable on the inside. As long as you look good, respectable, you’re fine.”

Rainbow catches the ball, bending backward a little. Your eyes shift down to her groin and catch the outline of her mound through her rainbow bikini. Rainbow straightens up; the outline is gone.

“I think you’re stretching it too much now,” Rainbow says, half smiling. “It can’t be that bad?”

You shrug. “It is that bad. Everyone’s always lying to each other. To themselves, too. If everybody were honest, believe me, everything would’ve been different.”

“But why nopony can feel what the other is like on the inside?” Rainbow, apprehensive, asks. "I, my friends, almost all the ponies I know, can smell out if someone’s essentially good or bad no matter how he looks. That’s why I’m with you. You’re the first human I’ve met here that feels, I don’t know, not angry about everything all the time.”

“Most of the people on this planet can’t see anything past their nose. If they were to raise their head and pay attention to the world and people around them, they would have their functions restored in no time.”

“Why not work on it, then?” she says. “It’s not that difficult. Even a filly can do it. I’m always doing it. Being aware of what’s happening inside you and outside you at the same time is entry level stuff for a good flier.”

The ball returns into your hands.

“I’ve already explained it to you, remember?” you answer, eyes looking at the ball. “It’s too much work. It’s better to be passive than active – this is the way people think here.”

“Stupid.”

“I know,” you sigh, then look into Rainbow’s eyes. “But it’s how things are. Their loss. At least it’s nice to know that there are other and better places. Gives hope.”

Rainbow smiles. Her eyes sparkle in the sunlight.  

How much depth and beauty her eyes hold...You have never seen eyes so alive, so brilliant, before meeting Rainbow. You remember an endless parade of empty and dull eyes, some half closed, some bulging out, all having that look of someone lost in dreams, looking at things no one but them could see. The most difficult thing was to keep eye contact, and not because you were physically, mentally, and morally weak, but because it felt like staring at a corpse. Worst of all was the immutability of this stare, for whether the other person was happy or angry his or her eyes remained the same: empty and dull. Dead.

Rainbow...Rainbow is different. You can get forever lost in her stare, ever present, always bright. When talking to her, by the look in her eyes you know she is there with you, not lost in thoughts past or future. By looking into her magenta eyes as clear as crystal or the sky, you can see the constant shifting of emotions: from overflowing happiness when she tells about another successful stunt to heavy sadness when she remembers Twilight’s tree library, from piercing anger when some trick doesn’t work out the way she wants to all embracing love when you two sit on the roof your house and watch the naked splendour of the night.

“To be honest, you really know how to make awesome compliments,” Rainbow says, winking with her left eye.

“I make them because you’re awesome. Simple as that.”

You throw the ball back to her. Rainbow jumps, and you notice that you miscalculated a bit. As a result only the tips of her hooves touch the ball, and it plops onto the sand right behind her.  

Rainbow turns around, bends down, and places her forelegs on it. As her tail flickers left and right, your direct your attention to the sight it reveals for one second and then obscures for another. You see the fabric of her bikini coming together and disappearing between her hindquarters and then reappearing, bulging, between her legs moved apart.

As you look at that wonderful place, you can imagine her soft and puffy mounds and the veils of pink and the little jewel they contained within rubbing against the prismatic fabric of her bikini. The tips of your hands tingle with a desire to move on the edges of her petals, to sink into her warm, moist, pulsating secret heart, and to caress her red ruby. Saliva floods your mouth at the image of her glistening lotus, covered in transparent nectar ready for your tongue. Your penis is hard and rubbery while your whole pelvis, back to front, is tingling with pleasurable electricity threatening to melt you away.

So many thoughts, so many reactions, in less than a minute: the power of fascination.  

Rainbow turns her head to look at you. Unbelievable warmth spreads through your chest as you look at her with the Sun reflecting gold from her prismatic mane and sapphire coat.

She is awesome, indeed.

What amazes you the most about Rainbow is her innocence, purity, and genuineness, yet all these words can’t describe fully and correctly that utterly perfect combination of natural sensuality and pure innocence Rainbow exuded through her presence, action, and being. 

Like a cat she moves, every movement precise, natural, and liquid. Sensual. Down to the little swing of her wings, to the subtlest turn of her head, to the smallest stretch of her back Rainbow’s grace goes. You can look at her flying for hours, enthralled by the plasticity of her body, by how fluid and alive her movements are, and by how much emotion they convey. Even now, after a year of intense interest, you still get excited just from watching her move around the house or do warm up exercises before dropping into flight. And when Rainbow dons the clothes you’ve bought for her, you feel as you are struck by a thunderbolt. Especially when she wears those short black shorts that barely reach the middle of her thighs.

Sometimes Rainbow does act sensual on purpose – when she wants to embrace you, for example – but not in the way humans were accustomed to. No dirty talk, no hints, no extravagant clothing. Nothing but action and direct emotions expressed through her soulful eyes and beautiful face.  

She only needs to wear some shorts and a white shirt then approach you from behind, wrap her forelegs around your chest, and exhale her warm breath onto your neck. At other times she comes to you in the kitchen or the living room all dressed up, smiles, then starts pleasuring herself till she looks flushed and the space is filled with the musky and fishy smell of arousal and you, charged and excited, come to help. Other times she stands or sits next to you, either naked or in clothes, takes your hand, puts it right between her legs, onto her warm softness, and guides your fingers up and down her wet and smooth petals from the lower end to the little hard jewel on the upper point until you are ready for the embrace. Rainbow is very direct when she wants surrender to you, doesn’t need to add anything to her natural and innocent sensuality, and states in a very straight way what she wants without recourse to any stupid and cringy charade. It feels natural, sensual, and at the same time very pure in an inexpressible way.  

What surprises you the most is how she knows when you are willing to respond to her advances. She never tries to stimulate you when you aren’t in the mood even if you were available for love and not busy writing or reading or doing household chores. You wish you had this ability, although it's Rainbow who does the work in most of the cases. 

You learned a very long time ago how to remain sexually tranquil and bring back the libido from the outward source of attraction. Before Rainbow you didn’t find out any woman attractive, not because you were a prude or didn’t look hot, but because you knew that mind, the eye of beholder, decides what is attractive and what is not. By remaining tranquil in the face of extreme attraction you managed to overcome the mind and feel the female body free from every mentally imposed concept, be it attraction or disgust. What you won was unbelievable freedom, extolled by many, known to few.  

Then, Rainbow came. 

She turned you upside down.

For starters, she managed to arouse you just by smiling. Not a single girl or woman managed to get such a response out of you even before you decided to purify your mind. When you started meeting Rainbow, you saw her wide open smile and shining eyes and you were erect as if you were a teenager dropped right into the middle of female showers in the pool. At first you didn’t understand your reaction, partly because it nullified your achievement in purifying women of your conceptualizations, partly because it wasn’t related to anything sexual at all. You never felt guilty about it, really, but confused about the timing and the source. With time, you accepted and enjoyed it. You guessed that it was your body’s way to express excitement when seeing her.  

Then there was the sense of openness Rainbow gave to you, that of your head being free from the clutter hiding in the corners as if a fresh wind blew the windows wide open and swished all the piles of dust and decayed cobwebs away from the room of your mind. The moment you spotted Rainbow, the sensation of being cleaned swept through your head then was replaced by freshness, lightness, purity, as if spring at it most beautiful had flowered inside. The most interesting thing, however, was that the feeling of purity lasted for the whole day afterwards, for hours after you smiled your last goodbye to her. Never before had someone made you feel in this way. You’ve met lots of women – some that were attracted to you, some were not – but never had one caused you to feel this peculiar freshness. In most cases, the moment she was gone you stopped caring about her: out of sight, out of mind. With Rainbow… You could feel her touch for days at a time. That how special she was.  

And special she still is.  

“When you look at me that way, I can believe that you’re my number one fan,” Rainbow says, waking you up from your trance.  

“In what way?” You ask, smiling.

“Like there’s no one and nothing else except me,” Rainbow says.  

“There exist no one and nothing except you,” you answer. “All else is just a dream.”  

Rainbow giggles, shades of pink creeping on her cheeks.  

Her forelegs propped on the ball, her head turned towards you, Rainbow bends a little bit forward and starts moving her behind slowly left and right. As she shifts left, her rainbow tail goes right; as shifts right, her tail goes left.  

You watch mesmerized at the way the puffiness between her legs disappears as her thighs come together and then reappears again. The tense ball of arousal forms in your stomach and your fingers tingle with the desire to run down the curves of her behind barely touching the surface of her skin, reach the back of her knees, then go up and inward toward the warm and soft flower hidden in between. You can imagine the throbbing heat that would envelop your index finger when it would be a few inches away from her most intimate place and how you would then turn your finger soft side up and bring it towards the moist fabric of her panties and finally touch, lightly, gently, like a wind caressing the petals of a rose, the softness of her lotus.  

You look up from Rainbow’s behind to her face and see desire and love and longing in her eyes. Your heart melts as pleasant shivers rush from the bottom of your spine to your head. Only one thing, one desire, reigns in your mind: to embrace her tenderly; to hug her lightly; kiss her softly all over; to caress gently with the tips of your fingers her beautiful face then her shoulders, her sides, the sensitive places underneath her wings, and the curves of her behind; to fondle the inner side of her legs and her secret folds; to see her relax, melt and surrender to the slow motions of pleasure in your arms when you move your thunderbolt inside her throbbing and humid lotus and feel welcomed and loved therein, her head resting on your right shoulder, her forelegs around your neck, and her hindlegs warm against your sides, her loving eyes looking all absorbing, all accepting into yours; and then to dissolve, totally and irretrievably, into to her loving and embracing warmth as the electric waves of orgasm make your body wave, pulsate, and throb, and make your mind with all its ceaseless fluctuations stop.

Rainbow’s smile widens. A twinkle of lighthearted mischief passes through her lively eyes.  

She lifts her left foreleg from the surface of the deflated ball and places it on her left thigh, caressing her mark – a cartoon styled cloud with a thunderbolt made from a red, a yellow, and a blue stripe going out from its bottom side, zigzagging once, then dwindling into a sharp tip halfway towards her knee – in slow circular motions.  

Still smiling she moves her left hoof up till the white border her bikini and runs it forward to her belly, then back toward her tail. Mesmerized, you watch her hoof moving along the thin strip of white and reaching the inverted triangle that forms the backside of her underwear. As the hoof goes down along one side its tip brushes the topmost and widest stripe of red, then of orange, yellow, green, and blue, and finally obscures the violet apex at the point where the fabric disappears into her groove.

At that point Rainbow slides her hoof underneath the stretchy garment. All across her butt and groin the bikini becomes taut, forming a little delicious furrow between her legs.  

You decide it’s time to take action. Rainbow wants it, and you feel ready to embrace her tenderly and softly.

You stand up, feeling reinvigorated and light, as if you’ve drunk high quality black tea. Pleasant warmth tickles your chest and nipples as you look at Rainbow’s innocent and happy but a bit mischievous face. Every time the tickle goes up into your head you smile like a goofy kid who has yet to grok the terrors and sorrows of the disenchanted grown up world. The golden sands shines brighter than before. The sea looks unusually blue. And the sky...You are swallowed by its boundlessness and all encompassing emptiness just by looking at its soft and intense hue.  

Returning your stare back to Rainbow you are confused by the way she and the sky feel the same, as if no difference exists between the twain. No. Rainbow feels different. The sky is still and cool, while Rainbow in addition has dynamism and boundless energy as manifested by her vibrant mane and tail with the colours seeming to shift and flow one into another when touched by a breeze or wind.  

You look down at the tent in your Hawaiian shorts then back at Rainbow, her left hoof moving up and down beneath the bikini, her tail resting against her right hindleg. Your hands tingle from the excitement of flowing along her curves, along her ridges, and down into her valley. Your mouth is moist from craving for her red, warm, soft and welcoming lips wet with the delicious moisture of love.  

You take one step towards her.  

The playful twinkle flares up in Rainbow’s eyes. Her smiles widens.

You stop. A lamp switches on in your brain and a large all knowing grin spreads across your face. You get what she wants.  

So... like her.  

“Can I have this one?” Rainbow asks. “I really like when you look at me that way.”

You cross your arms around your chest, tilt your head down and frown, then kick the sand with your right foot.

You’re not mad at her. Not at all. It’s one of Rainbow’s little quirks. And you enjoy it. Very much, in fact. You enjoy everything that makes Rainbow happy.

Rainbow giggles. “We’ll do it together later, okay? I really want this one.”

“Do you still think I can say no to you?” You say, smiling already.  

Rainbow’s eyes shine with mirth.  

“Watch and enjoy,” she, cheerful, says.

You obey her and sit down cross legged onto the towel, your penis a little tower in your groin. You’re happy that you’re closer to Rainbow. If you stretch your arm you can touch her soft backside and sweep your hand down over her buttocks. You won’t do it. That’s not what Rainbow wants right now.  

All she wants is your full undisturbed attention and your unwavering flow of devotion. Nothing else.

Rainbow smiles wider, then moves her left hoof further underneath the prismatic fabric of her bikini. With the material lifted off you can see parts of her concealed blue coat. Even though what she brings to your vision is nothing special, your erection grows harder, your mouth moister.  

She moves her hoof down and brings the little string of fabric up from between her butt. Your eyes, however, dart below.

Just as you get a little glimpse of her swollen flower – a glimpse of pink cuddled in cushions of blue – Rainbow moves her hoof up. The fabric returns back to the place and conceals the delightful treasure, the thin string disappears back between her hills, and that little bit of her behind that was visible before becomes obscured by bright colours.

Pure Rainbow. Always knows how to excite and captivate the crowd.  

She smiles happily as she moves her left hoof on her personal mark and caresses it up and down as if it were her most prized possession. She then shifts her hoof to the front of her thigh and brings it back on the half deflated ball.

Her right hoof, on the other hand, goes up onto her right leg.

Rainbow winks, then lifts her hindleg a bit and moves it left, giving you a better view of her crotch. She bends forward over the ball, turns her head away from you, and looks down, her left hindleg still poised in the air.

Her right hoof moves up her thigh, then slides down between her legs. Her hoof goes over the most distant stripes of violet and blue that hide her pubic mound, then the green one right over the top border of her flower beneath which her little ruby rests waiting for your touch. Stripes of yellow and orange vanish next as her hoof moves further in. Finally it swallows the little triangle of red whose tip disappears between her buttocks. The eclipse is complete.  

The hoof recedes slowly, delicately, back like a languid wave on a windless day and you see the red, the orange, and the yellow stripes again. Instead of retreating further, her hoof stops over the green line. On the orange and the yellow stripes you can see glimmering wetness her hoof left in its wake.

As her hoof returns again onto the yellow and orange stripes Rainbow closes her eyes and moves her pelvis forwards. As her hoof slides back up, this time really back, back to her mound shadowed by violet and blue, she resumes her previous position. What was a line of glimmering dampness a moment ago is a formless blotch that has spread towards her thighs, the prismatic material clinging to the soft skin of her conch, highlighting her valley.  

Your penis is hardest it has ever been, sizzling with invisible and pleasant electricity. The ball of the tension in your stomach is enormous. It tests the limit of your will, wants you to put your hands on the warm sand and lunge your head forward so that you could kiss lightly, lovingly, that softness behind the curtain of yellow, orange, red, and green; and feel its warmth, sweetness, wetness, on your lips. Your hands tingle with the desire to be planted on Rainbow’s thighs and moved up and down, to feel her soft hair grazing gently against their palms.

How much you wanted to hug and kiss Rainbow. To dissolve in her loving warmth…

Rainbow, however, is in her own state now. She puts her left hindleg back onto the ground and straightens up. Her treasure is gone. You can see only the red tip of the red stripe disappearing into her crack, nothing more. Her right hoof moves back onto her belly.   

Rainbow moves her right hoof back onto the crotch and shifts it slowly in circles, the fabric of her panties stretching across her buttocks. Her eyes, relaxed, clear, are fixed on her crotch. A little smile creeps on her face.  

Rainbow pushes her hoof up to her navel then back down again. This time she let it slide underneath her bikini. As her hoof goes beneath the fabric, her panties tightening across her groin and rump, Rainbow once again closes her eyes, bends down over the ball, and lifts her left hindleg a little and moves it left, restoring to your sight her secret and veiled heart.

Rainbow’s crotch swells up as her hoof moves between her legs, lifting up the damp and glistening stripes shadowing her binding mouth. Through the fissures between the fabric and the body by her left leg you can see the blue of her hoof moving slowly and delicately shifting.  

Like the previous times, as her hoof moves across her lotus Rainbow bends her head and pelvis forward. When the swelling in her bikini goes away and the fabric clings back to her groin she brings her head and pelvis backwards, closer to you. It looks as if a wave passes through her body from the bottom to the top, or as if Rainbow has turned into a snake going upwards, higher and higher.

Rainbow continues the fondling of her bloom. She bends down each time her hoof goes between, eyes closed, smile of ecstasy on her face, stimulating your tongue by bulging out the wet, shining, dark fabric of her garment. Each time her hoof moves back to the front she straightens up and the prismatic fabric falls back into place to get saturated in that musky moisture you long so much to taste.

Sometimes she moves her hoof, from wetness scintillating, over her panties instead of going under. Sometimes she keeps it between her legs and moves it in little barely noticeable circles. And when she takes it away from her delight you see how aroused she is, for the dampness is everywhere between her legs, reaching both of her thighs, disappearing in the violet strip in the front, swallowing the red triangle that disappears into her behind.  

Half transparent from the dampness, the fabric clings tightly to her secret parts. Your thunderbolt twitches, releasing more liquid onto your shorts, as your eyes absorb the sight of her valley and the two round and plump hills around.  

Even though you can only see the general outline, the suggestion it brings drives you nuts. Your whole attention is directed at Rainbow’s secret mouth. Your eyes want to stare at it, your fingers want to caress it, your lips want to kiss it, your tongue wants to lick it, your nose wants to smell it, and your thunderbolt wants wants to sink in it. And when you move your eyes up and look at her tail, lifted, shining, sparkling, frozen in mid air, then at her body with the perfect curve of a spine and perfect wings and finally at her blissful face framed by waves of all the colours of the rainbow, your heart flutters and pushes against your chest as if it were a bird trapped in a cage who had seen its best friend by the door. Outside.

After a while Rainbow stops moving and straightens up, putting her left hindleg on the ground. Rainbow brings her right hoof to her face, its flat surface covered in a transparent fluid sparkling gold. However, as one hoof goes up, another goes down. Her groin is again obscured. You can’t even see her bikini anymore, only her blue hoof shuffling backwards and forwards between her thighs.  

Without stopping pleasuring herself she licks the transparent honey that you so badly want to taste. She licks around her hoof then laps up slowly, carefully, lovingly, her essence from its flat side.

How badly you want to lick it yourself, both from her hoof and from the source, from the red and ripe flower itself that is open to your love, waiting for someone to take away all its intoxicating amber so that stimulated further it could bring more and more. Your whole body tingles with the desire to plunge your head between Rainbow’s thighs and stay there – with her beautiful bloom in front you, with her thick musk of sweet arousal in your nose, and with her tickling and warm legs pressing against your cheeks – to the moment when Rainbow would moan from pleasure and her whole body would undulate and convulse quicker and quicker and then, finally, she would lose control and let herself go into the beautiful and electrifying and serpentine and involuntary movements of the peak.

As Rainbow finishes cleaning her right hoof she brings it to her right side. She removes her left hoof from her groin – where you can see damp material clinging to her body, a groove in the middle giving a very appetizing outline – and shifts it to her left. She stands upright, hiding between her plantain like thighs her secret place of love.

Knowing what will happen next, you tremble and bristle from desire. If it weren’t for your will and boundless love and utter devotion to her you would be going for the treasure yourself, putting your hands on her sides then pulling her bikini down and placing your face right between her legs, sniffing and licking, kissing and lapping, till your tongue would be sore and your spine would cramp.  

Rainbow looks at you with shining loving eyes, pure and innocent. Alive.

She smiles widely, then turns back.

As she pulls down her panties she bends forward, giving a better view for your longing eyes. She pulls her bikini to the middle of her thighs, its thin white strip on her left side stopping exactly at the tip of the tricolor thunderbolt of her mark.  

She stands half bent and smiling, her left hoof on the ball, her right hoof on her hip. You wish she could bend fully over the ball to give a better view of her secret heart because what you are seeing from between her haunches – the open and shining and glistening valley of pure pink between two wet puffy mounds of blue tinted red – drives you mad from desire and thirst. You want to see her lotus not in the shadow of her thighs, but in the light of the sun, clear in all its heartwarming beauty.

Like before, Rainbow lifts her left leg and moves it away, the white stripe of her bikini stretching against her skin. Next, your eyes catch her swimsuit with all the white fabric on the inner surface damp and dark side to side, back to front.

Finally, your eyes fall on her beauty.  

What you are seeing between her thighs makes your heart skip a beat. Like everything about Rainbow, her lotus is perfect: the open and shining and glistening valley of delicate pink with the crests of her petals barely protruding from the outer hills; two puffy mounds of blue with a heavy tint of red soaked in her thick transparent honey; the short pink clitoral hood and the pink sensitive gem it protects now engorged and emerging from between the veils and covered by her lovely dew. To add more to the loveliness of the sight, a drop forms right beneath her gem then moves down, hanging by a thin transparent strand, pure as diamond, bright as star. Finally the strand breaks. The adamantine drop falls, spreads, and disappears into the wet fabric of Rainbow’s bikini, it’s personal spark lost amid other reflections.  

You are so entranced and aroused that you barely pay attention to your thunderbolt, hard and unflinching like a rock. From the pleasant stress of such a sight and inability to participate in Rainbow’s joy you feel tingly, light, as if your body were nothing but electrified air within a weak and weightless membrane.  It’s a very pleasant state to be in. But what’s even more pleasant is watching Rainbow, who looks so, so, so sweet.

Her motions, fluid, careful, and slow, and her smile and bright shining eyes betray the lack of that something characteristically human that turns the most intimate moment absolutely sour. Even naked and aroused she looks innocent and pure. Every movement of hers, every sigh, every little twinkle in her eyes, feels natural, simple, and profound.  As you look at her perfect body, warm affection overflows your chest. You desire to caress her softly, kiss her gently, and unite with her peacefully.  

Rainbow’s right hoof moves between her legs, ending your meditation. As slow as waves on a still day her hoof rolls over the red and pink of her arousal and then just as languidly moves back, spreading liquid and stretching her folds. Pleasuring herself Rainbow undulates like a serpent as if with every touch of her most intimate space a wave of electricity goes up her spine and makes her move accordingly.

A faint wet squishing sound, organic and erotic, adds to Rainbow’s sensual performance. The simple noise of skin rubbing over wetness is orgasmic to you. In your state of intense alertness and total presence the sound alone sends shivers up your spine.  

From her touch aflame, Rainbow’s lotus produces more and more honey. Most of her hoof is shiny. Wet. Scintillating trickles of liquid run down the inner side of her right thigh, forming diamond droplets halfway between her groin and knee. As Rainbow moves her hoof away from her lotus you can see thin, thick, and sticky filaments forming drooping arcs between her veils and hoof. When her hoof returns the threads go back into the ocean of Rainbow’s essence, an essence that you longed to consume from her beautiful place of love, the deviant trickles running down her thigh included.  

For you, aroused, everything is too intense. The sight, bright and shining like rubies and sapphires, the smell, the sound: intense and perfect. And not just between her legs alone. Rainbow overall looks superb: perfectly innocent, perfectly erotic. Wet panties stretching and hanging a few inches beneath her beauty, her closed eyes, her content smile, the orange and yellow bangs of hair covering her forehead, the little tuft of red springing on the top of her head, her drooped ears, her lifted tail, her smooth dock, the drops of arousal running down her legs – everything was just right, absolutely right, no element out of place. Even the sticky sound of self-pleasure and the physical musk of arousal were in total harmony with the lapping of the waves and the rustling of the leaves.

Wanting to get closer to her, you stretch your head forward. Although your hands itch with a desire to stretch and touch Rainbow’s beautiful form, you keep them on your knees. Rainbow said no touching. You must obey. For her.  

As your face approaches her body you are enveloped by a thick, humid, dense cloud of musk and heat. Your cheeks tingle from such close contact. The air you breathe seems as dense as before a thunderstorm. The more of this air you inhale, the more you are intoxicated by it. The physical warmth and aroma are so mesmerizing that you want nothing else but plunge your head between Rainbow’s legs, right into the source of the fire and smell, and stay there licking the transparent honey from the red petals of her flower with only her pulsating heat around you until you disappear and there’s only her warm and tingly presence contracting and expanding like a heart.

Rainbow stops and removes the hoof from her well. Straightening, she places her left leg back on the sand. With both hooves she pulls her panties up, leaving space enough to let you see her inflamed beauty. On her left thigh, the white strip of her garment rests a little bit above the cloud of her mark, sunlight dancing along its line. Your forefinger itches with the desire to run along it, one side on the smooth synthetic fabric, the other on Rainbow’s tickly, fuzzy, warm coat.  

When Rainbow finishes preparing for the release, she slips her right hoof right between her legs and starts moving it back and forth, massaging her perfection through her bikini. After a few shuffles and circular caresses Rainbow bends down and speeds up her stroking motions.  

With the quickening of her hoof the serpentine movements of her body also pick up their pace. What was a lazy wave going from her pelvis to head is more akin to a storm right now. Without her volition yet in perfect natural rhythm – that’s the way Rainbow’s body moves when she is aglow.  

Watching Rainbow’s whole body move in a sine like pattern you think of the throbbing of the heart, the rhythm of waves, and the movement of fish and invertebrate organisms. The absolute simplicity and natural innocence of Rainbow’s motion puts you into a state of serene joy. Yes, Rainbow was quickly reaching climax; in a few more strokes she will totally surrender her control. Yes, the air around her feels electrified and heated as if before a thunderstorm. Yet in the middle of it, aroused to extreme, tingling pleasantly all over, you feel peaceful and light as if within the frantic appearance total tranquility throbs, ceaseless, timeless, and unborn.

Rainbow’s waving movements become faster with every caress of her lotus: a restless wave turning into a storm. In the serenity of the beach, you hear Rainbow’s loud breathing and the agitated shuffling of her hoof against the fabric between her legs. 

You yourself are caught in the movement, the tensing before the discharge. Your chest seems to rise and fall in perfect sync with Rainbow’s breathing. Although you’re sitting cross legged and still, your body mimics the undulating pattern of her movements. You don’t command the back and forth motion of your hips or the serpentine writhing of your trunk. It just happens on its own accord. At this moment, you’re not quite sure if you’re really here as you. It seems there’s only Rainbow. Nothing else. Everything that you have been is swallowed by her perfect blueness, leaving only her and an awareness of her, serene. Stainless.  

As Rainbow’s hoof moves over her crotch once more a ripple goes through her body. She falls to her knees, her right hoof covering her loose panties, her lotus, her left hoof resting sideways on the beach ball. It looks as if the strings holding her body are suddenly cut off. For a brief period of time her body has the opportunity to move as it pleases, which it does in powerful and fast pulsing motions.

The motion is still the same – a wave going up and raising her head, lifting her wings a few inches from her body then dropping her head down and folding her wings back – but faster. More intense. Like a spring contracting then expanding Rainbow seems to jump at the mercy of some powerful serpentine force that tries with all might to escape from her frame by jerking her body and going up her spine. From another point of view, her movements remind that of the medusa pushing water in and out to keep floating. In the first phase Rainbow straightens up and in the next she drops her head down and moves her pelvis forwards as if trying to expel something.  

Looking at Rainbow’s movement, you smile. It is as simple as the motion of an amoeba or the beating of a heart, yet it looks so blissful. Profound. The content smile on Rainbow’s face shows how good it feels: the joy of letting the body move as it wills in the throngs of pure pleasure.

As Rainbow pulsates with her whole body, her right hoof between her legs, her tail raised, you see a few spurts of crystalline liquid escape from her bikini and land, sparkling, on the yellow sand behind her. Transparent and pure the drops of juice look, a little point of golden light caught inside inside each. Your throat tightens from the desire to swallow them, including the sand beneath and around them. Only the word you gave to Rainbow – that you will just look – stops you from consuming her liquid essence.

Slowly Rainbow’s whole body pulsation subsides from a tempest to an agitated sea to occasional ripples. After what seems like an eternity, she stops moving, and turns toward you, eyes shining, a relaxed and content smile on her face.

You always liked that look of supreme satisfaction and profound relaxation on Rainbow’s face, emanating transcendental serenity as if she were a peaceful blue deity in the centre of a circle. Even after accomplishing complicated tricks the right way didn’t Rainbow look so happy and content.  

As Rainbow looks at you, her smile widens. Not a single word is needed to express that you enjoyed her sensuality. Your engrossed stare, brimming with love, devotion, tenderness, is enough.

Looking at Rainbow’s relaxed catlike body you notice the shift in the atmosphere from charged humidity to pleasant freshness as if a storm had passed leaving cool air in its wake. Although you didn’t have your release, it doesn’t bother you at all. The desire to surrender is gone. Instead, you want to do one thing only as your eyes move across Rainbow’s immensely deep blue coat and her equally vibrant multicoloured mane and tail – to hug her. Lovingly.

You do just that.  

You stand on your knees, shuffle toward Rainbow, then put your right hand on her left shoulder. Sitting on her knees, Rainbow turns around, still smiling, adjusts her bikini, then lunges into your arms, her furry chest tickling yours. Cold shivers run through your skin as her right wet hoof grazes against your spine.  

Her sticky hoof, her shining wet panties along with patches of wetness running down both of her thighs, and the thick, musky but sweet smell of her arousal is perfection for you. Rainbow’s warm and fuzzy belly against yours drives the point home.  

You focus on her eyes. First, on her magenta pupils, bright and bubbly like the finest wine, then on the darkness within that seems to swallow you with its boundless love.

Delicately, you kiss Rainbow on the tip of her nose.  

Rainbow smiles and hugs you tight, brushing her mane against your face, then rests her chin on your right shoulder, her hindlegs wrapped around your waist.

A happy and grateful smile on your face, an explosion of bliss in your chest, your envelop your arms around her closed wings. The cold stickiness against your back doesn’t ruin the rush of tingling warmth that envelops the front of your body.

At this moment, Rainbow resting all relaxed, jelly like, in your arms, her heart throbbing against the right side of your chest, her warm breath brushing your spine, your nose buried in her ozone smelling mane, you feel perfect. At home. The whole world feels fine, fundamentally right and good, and Rainbow’s pulsing heart is its silent rhythm of expansion and contraction, night and day, creation and dissolution, sun and moon; and you are in the middle of its loving play.

Tears of joy and gratitude press from the corners of your eyes as you move your right hand up and down Rainbow’s spine, feeling her warm skin under your fingertips. Right now, armour  cast off, buffers broken, Rainbow feels so fragile that you want to hug her forever within your arms as a way to repay her absolute trust in you. Seeing her innate beauty, delicate, innocent, and pure, without the necessary or accidental incrustations of her character is a tremendous revelation. Knowing that Rainbow loves you so much that she is willing to surrender totally to you without doubt or fear makes you happier than that time the first girl said the first yes to the first date back in school. Moments like this, with Rainbow resting naked and relaxed in your arms without a single care in the world, knowing that you were her heart, her place of repose, revealed the simple but profound truth of life that the intellect, no matter how powerful it is, will never grasp nor truthfully transcribe.

You don’t know how much time has passed – a minute, a year, an eternity perhaps – before Rainbow removes her forelegs from your spine and places her hooves on your chest.

You open your eyes and are greeted by her serene smile.  

“Thank you,” Rainbow says, then plants a soft kiss on your lips. As her silky lips touch yours and the humid breath from her nostrils covers your face and the strands of her mane against your forehead graze, a rush of hair raising pleasure rushes through you.

You smile at Rainbow as she removes her lips from yours, your hands resting on her shoulders.

“It’s nothing,” you say.  

“The real deal when?”

“Whenever you feel like.”

Rainbow stands up and flies into the air, raising a puff of shining yellow sand. Hovering, she removes the bikini from her hindlegs.  

Your eyes fall between Rainbow’s legs. Her lotus isn't red and in bloom any more and overflowing with her juice but a simple narrow valley whose pink walls can be barely noticed between two hills of blue.

“I’ll take a quick swim,” Rainbow says. “Don’t worry. I’ll take a shower afterwards.”

“I’ll be inside,” you say. “If you need something, whistle, and I’ll come to you, my Dash.”

Rainbow giggles. “If I’ll need something, I’ll fly to you. It’s not like you’re planning to go anywhere.”

“You know I can’t go anywhere without you,” you say, standing, your knees cracking. “It’s not the same.”

“I know, “Rainbow says, puts her bikini on the towel, and covers it with one of the towel’s corners. “If you’ll see me wearing them, I’m ready.”

You nod.

Rainbow nods back, lifts herself, and flies off towards the sea.  

You look mesmerized as Rainbow flies over the deep blue waters of the tranquil sea then plunges head forwards into its depth only to reappear a moment later and fly straight into the sky.  Only her rainbow mane and tail and trail helps you identify Rainbow when she's in the sky for her coat blends perfectly with the azure hue.  

Once Rainbow gains enough altitude she plunges down, forelegs in front, leaving a vibrant but quickly disappearing trail in her falling wake. She reaches the waters and dissects them without a splash. The way she leaps reminds you of seagulls plunging for food right into the middle of unsuspecting schools of fish.   

Half a minute later Rainbow resurfaces, flying up, throwing her head back, leaving an arc of shining drops after her tail. She’s preparing for another descent by going higher and higher into the sky.  

You can stand here and watch Rainbow’s acrobatics all day, forgetting about hunger, thirst, and the sun. Making Rainbow distraught by your physical state, however, was not something you want to do. You can barely stand seeing her sad without your heart tearing up apart. You’ll be unable to live with yourself knowing that you frightened Rainbow with such a trifle thing.

You turn around and walk toward your home perched right on the edge of the beach.
> Chapter 2, Part 1
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You lie with your legs bent, arms on your sides, palms up. You focus your attention on the top of your head and imagine that thick vines are unfolding from it. The process of removal moves to your face then neck, shoulder, arms, chest, belly, and finally legs, leaving after the vines muscles untainted by tension and totally lax.  At the end of this exercise you feel unburdened. Light.

You inhale, expanding your belly then chest, and exhale, belly first, chest second. When expanding your chest you make sure that your shoulders and neck don’t get tense. To avoid this you use your intercostals instead. Once the breath is out, a pleasant shiver goes up your spine.  

You repeat the same breathing pattern a few times, getting more and more relaxed with each exhalation. At the end of the exercise you feel floaty and without tension, like after a pleasant bath.  

For awhile you enjoy this state, then decide to get up.  

Usually the end phase of your exercise consists of a long witnessing session, but this time you decide to forego this most important part. Embracing Rainbow will seal the deal today.

You sit on edge of your bed and look at the balcony outside, behind the window. Your eyes absorb the white balustrade made from short white spindles, the orange rectangular tiles of the floor, and the large pool in the middle. If you were to walk to the further side of the balcony, to the place where a wooden table with two straw chairs by its sides stands, you would see the spot where you and Rainbow relaxed and behind it the endless plain of blue.

As you look on the table where an incense holder rests right next to the book that Rainbow is currently reading, you feel memories build up from inside. Memories about your first meeting.

*****

You remember it was evening. You have finished another marathon writing session and, content with the results, decided to take a nice stroll to your favourite place, Oddiyana, settled on the hills overlooking the west end of the town.

You took your time getting to the hills from your end of the city. The weather was good: a cloudless late afternoon sky with a weak chilly wind from the sea that took the bite away from the perpetual tropic heat. The streets were deserted from the hordes of tourists, vacation season long gone.

So slow you went, enjoying the vibe, that by the time you reached the path that went up the hill and right to the pub the sun had already set and twilight taken hold, tinging everything an otherworldly blue.  

The beginning of the path was something magical as it went by the right side of a thermal pond issuing warm clubs of mist into the air above. Further ahead the path turned dark and humid with evergreen tropical trees bending their branches over the cobbled road. Midway between heaven and earth, you crossed a dense milky white mist; and the faint yellow lights of electric lamps were your guide through this hazy realm. Out of the fog, you found yourself at the most picturesque place of the road, with the rainforest to your right, a sharp drop down to your left, the empty blue sky above and the evening city below, its orange, yellow, red and green lights dampened by clouds hanging to the hill. The sudden freshness felt like a bliss after the heat of the valley; and the rest of the path felt like a glide among curly clouds and flocks of birds.

When you reached the clearing in front of the pub the sky was night blue and stars sparkled in its vastness. Fireflies flew in circles around the bushes that crept onto the path while the soothing screeching of crickets broke the supreme silence of the peak.  

Tired but satisfied you went towards the door of the place, a one storey edifice with a Thai like sloped roof, coloured violet, its ridges decorated by golden flames. You passed past the two guardian lions, went up the three wooden steps, opened the door, and passed inside, the external world left behind.  

Oddiyana was the little secret of the town. Since the majority of tourists had no idea it existed, you could visit it at any time of the day and find it half empty. The remoteness and peacefulness allowed for reflective relaxation and attentive contemplation of the beautiful panorama outside.  

The more you spent time here, enjoying the pub’s specialty – black tea mixed with white and red petals of local plants – the more you felt dissociated from the city below.

Looking at the hazy outline of the town shrouded in white mist, you got the impression that everything down there was just as ephemeral as the clouds covering it all: that the buildings, cars, and roads themselves came out of the swirls and twirls of the haze and, their mission fulfilled, returned back into the whiteness to rest. Sitting at the top of the hill and observing the ghostly white sea you felt that the islands of forest covered rock emerging from the vapour were the only real solid things in this world of gaseous shade and opaque fog. The meditation produced deep silence and peace, turning you into a sage laughing at the struggles of the people beneath who believed that their world with its rewards, values, and goals was as solid as stone, not evanescent like smoke at the incense stick’s end.  

The bar was unusually packed that day. All the tables were occupied. Multitudes of chattering voices drowned the usual lounge music that played inside.  

You felt startled then irritated but quickly returned to blissful serenity as the twilight atmosphere of the bar worked its magic on you with its rectangular lamps made from yellow paper that created pools of warm lightning and with gray trails of sandal incense languidly rising from every table and vanishing into emptiness around the ceiling.  

You asked the bartender, a beautiful oriental woman who always smiled in a mysterious way and whose intelligent eyes seemed to penetrate right into your soul, why such a crowd was present today.  

“It’s full moon,” she responded, preparing your order. “We threw a party. No tourists, just friends – our flock. Our clan. Would you like our special?”

“No thanks,” you said. “I’m only for the drink.”

“And ideas?”

You smiled. “Maybe. Let’s see how it goes.”

Apart from its remoteness and beauty, the place was special because it was the only women only business around. And what women they were… You’ve never seen such beauty concentrated in one place, such a perfect balance between outer and inner grace.  

The servants, the barmaid, the cook, had an exceptional warm and depth in their eyes which supplemented perfectly their handsome outer form. You once asked the barmaid where they came from and how did the manager accumulate so much beauty on one hill. You got a wide smile and an enigmatic answer in return.

“We’ve always been here,” she said. “In the circle.”

The most enigmatic feature of all were the tattoos on the left side of their necks. Every servant had one, and each tattoo   differed from the rest. One had a crow; another, a cobra; the third one, a vulture. Maybe they belonged to a guild? They were a group of friends? The owner had special requirements? You would never know.  

One thing was certain, though. The exceptional women added to the enchanted atmosphere of the place, to the sensation of being lifted from earth and fixed in the sky above.  

When your tea was ready the waitress – you noticed that she was the one with the serpent tattoo – approached you, smiling.  

“We have one table left,” she said. “Would you like to use it?”

“Okay,” you said.  

“Follow me.”

You took the drink, hot in the palm of your right hand, and followed her.

The waitress accompanied you to a table in the far left corner of the pub, with one window to its left and one behind. You smiled. It was your favourite spot in the bar: furthest away from the people and with most beautiful vistas to boot.  

However, when the waitress moved away you saw that you wouldn’t be alone for the evening. Your frustration didn’t last long.

You have heard of ponies – it was impossible not to hear of them because the whole world had gone mad since the breach, with physicists hanging from the fact their paradigms have become obsolete and the whole field needed total revision, philosophers drinking themselves to death while rewriting ontology and metaphysics, biologists grinding their teeth from the functioning the alien equines displayed, atheists getting aneurisms from the acts of magic, and a lot of youthful folk dropping their existence this side of the universe to explore the new world – but you had never seen one. Until now.

She was so beautiful.

Like a piece of blue midday sky that detached itself from the firmament she looked, taking the rainbow for its mane.

And her eyes.

One look into their vibrant magenta beauty circling the black serenity of her pupils was enough to get you hooked.  

The warm yellow light of the lamp placed on the table softened the liveliness of her mane and the blue of her coat, giving her a magical and intimate vibe, but accentuated the spark in her eyes and the whiteness of her teeth when she smiled.

She looked otherworldly beautiful, too perfect for this world. Every turn of her head, every flutter of her eyelids, every swirl of her mane, had a perfect sense of natural simplicity, of inborn perfection rather than trained behaviour. She didn’t try to be either sensual or innocent, cute or natural. She was that.

You understood in an instant why so many people fell in love with ponies.

By Rainbow Dash captivated, you sat down opposite to her.

Rainbow stared at you, studied the features of your face and body seriously, then smiled, showing her perfect white teeth.

“You feel different,” she said, her voice confident.

“What do you mean?” you asked.

“Dunno. Can’t explain it. You just feel different than the rest,” she said. “I’m Rainbow Dash.”

You introduced yourself, then asked what she was doing this side of the universe.

“Wanted to see what the fuss is all about. Everyone in Equestria is bragging about this new place, and how can it be that everyone but me has been here already?”

“How do you find it?”

“Like Manehatten and Las Pegasus but everywhere,”

You tilted your head to the right, confused.

“What?” Rainbow asked.

“Mane...hatten? Las...Pegasus?”

“Yeah! That’s how I said. Something wrong?”

You shook your head. “Not wrong. Just...weird.”

“Why?”

“We have places with similar names. Manhattan and Las Vegas.”

Rainbow, excited, placed her forehooves on the table and bent forward. “No way?! Not only they look like twin copies of our places, they’re are named almost the same? What kind of magic is this?”

“Can’t say. Can you describe your places.”

And so it began. A simple conversation which changed the course of your life.

You couldn’t tell how long your talk lasted. Time ceased to exist while you were listening to Rainbow reporting about Equestria, its places and its cities; about her job as a Wonderbolts protege and weather control; about her Rainboom and talents and friends; about the magic and the creatures of her world. The more you listened, the more you understood why your acquaintances in academia were losing their mind and total cognitive chaos reigned in the world outside. Equestria invalidated everything the public held true about existence, down to such hard sciences as biology and physics. You yourself experienced shock upon hearing about the similarities between cities and cultures of Equestria and Earth, which deepened when you learned that beings of flesh governed the motion of the planet and reached its critical point when Rainbow explained magic and Discord.  

The more Rainbow spoke, the more questions you had; however, you couldn’t voice them because she herself had tons of things to ask. She had traveled only a little - “that side of the sea, some big island in the middle, and this side but just on the coast” - but her curiosity was insatiable already. Her question were difficult, though. She asked about magic, why was it absent; about why people looked stuffed and puffed up everywhere she went; why she couldn’t push the clouds away but went right through them; why she couldn’t communicate with cows; why people ruined the sea with garbage; and who controlled the sun and the moon.

Often you ended up scratching your head, unable to do anything but shrug, because the questions were outside everything you knew, of an absolutely different paradigm. The answers to the few questions you could answer in a more or less adequate way – about the movements of planets, behaviour of people, sentience of animals – didn’t bring relief to her. She kept asking new ones – how gravity made the planets move, what made animals stupid, why people were so careless about the environment, why people, who all were the same species, lived in different countries – that couldn’t be explained by a simple quick talk.

The conversation ended pleasantly despite the enormous differences in understanding.

“I like you,” Rainbow said. “We should hang out more.”

“If you want.”

“Cool! Let’s meet here tomorrow evening.”

“No probs.”

Rainbow smiled, nodded, turned left, then lunged forward into the window.

Like an angel she looked with her wings beating against the starry background and her rainbow mane and tail swirling in the invisible currents of air. You couldn’t believe she was real, in the flesh real, as real as the empty cup you were holding in your right hand.  

Smiling, Rainbow winked, turned around, and sped up into distance, leaving behind a scintillating rainbow trail whose twinkling and vibrancy disappeared into the blue and starry space like the swirls of incense smoke into the aether.  

You were flabbergasted, feeling as confused as the witness of an UFO. The feeling of meeting a pony for the first time, especially one like Rainbow Dash, was the same a Lovecraftian hero felt upon encountering an alien being: an inexpressible emotion that left one insane because the mind couldn’t translate at all what was happening into a satisfying logical answer.  

You were so flabbergasted that only when you reached your home you realized one important little thing: Rainbow Dash, a girl, had invited you on a second meeting.

That night, unable to fall asleep, you found yourself thinking about Rainbow. Although you mulled over the things you said you kept focusing on her face, eyes, and mane, how sparkly they looked in the warm yellow light of the lamp. You blamed your insomnia on the encounter with a pony and the implications of their world rather on Rainbow herself.

Five dates later you realized that you had fallen into the abyss of her beautiful warm eyes.

*****

You stand up from the bed, your knees popping, and look ahead at the setting sun that tinged everything golden yellow. The sun is still above the ocean, but in an hour it would descend, creating a maelstrom of orange then red on the horizon. Sunset, sunrise, and the blue hours: the times in between: the best times for union.  

You turn left and look at the nightstand filled with books. It’s another of Rainbow’s many surprises. The first impression she gave was of an athlete, but once you were ready to cement her as such she asked what kind of books people here on Earth read. As a result, there's a pile of adventure tales next to Rainbow’s side of the bed. You can see names of the books on the spines: Ulysses, The Divine Comedy, The Dark Tower, The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath, The Journey to The Center of the Earth, Twenty-Thousand Leagues Under the Sea. The one she is reading right now is something new about an alien who made some mistake in his empire and was sent on Earth to examine and correct the behaviour of humans as penance. Rainbow said it’s good. You trust her judgment.  

After checking the nightstand you examine the bed, a large oval shaped thing that was filled with water. You liked it because it made sleeping feel like floating in space. Rainbow liked it because it reminded her of daydreaming on clouds.  

You smile while your heart explodes from tender warmth as you remember sleeping with Rainbow spooned against your belly and chest. Few things feel as good as wrapping Rainbow into your arms from behind and placing your palms on her chest and feeling her tender heart softly beat its steady rhythm, or moving your hands over her fluffy belly while burying your nose into her fresh smelling mane that reminds you of mountain peaks and fresh high altitude air.

The mornings are the best, when you open your eyes and are greeted by Rainbow’s embrace and her sleepy face. During the night she turns around, and at sunrise instead of you hugging her it’s she who holds you tight as a snare.

If you don’t need to get up, you hug her in return, your nose against her forehead, her warm breath against your neck. The first thing you experience when you try to stand up is pressure on your belly or chest as Rainbow’s hooves try to keep you tied down and close to her. With little perseverance you escape from her arms but you always felt a little bit empty, incomplete, without her strong hug. To amend for the deed you never leave Rainbow without planting a soft tender kiss on the her forehead and shuffling a few wayward strands of hair away from her eyes and behind her ears while gazing at her with tenderness and warmth. You hope that’s the reason why she always looks so beaming, happy, in the mornings.

On the foot board Rainbow’s uniform hangs. Blue on the back side, yellow on the belly side, rings of jagged yellow on the ankles, it looks extremely good on her. It reminds you of the time when you realized that lightness and joy weren’t born out of the simple excitement of meeting with Rainbow but grew out of something else.

*****

After a few meetings the themes of your talks shifted from global to personal. You learned less about Equestria and more about Rainbow’s friends,whose awesomeness she couldn’t stop stop to declare. Yes, Rainbow did come across as very self assured and arrogant and could crack very sharp jokes about you, but her edges were smoothed out by her innate warmth. You couldn’t be annoyed by her over the top character because once she showed that big genuine smile of hers, so innocent and free, you were ready forgive her anything.

And the way she talked about her friends: the way she emphasized Applejack’s persistence, Twilight’s encyclopedic knowledge, Rarity’s aesthetic sense, Pinkie Pie’s merry spirits, and Fluttershy’s patience. She clearly cared about them – a lot – despite trying to make everything about herself. You wondered if she had trouble showing them her appreciation as well.  

As the bond thickened and something in you changed, you started meeting frequently. You discovered that the more you met, the more happy Rainbow seemed to get. You guessed that Rainbow had a blind spot about her feelings but what was happening inside her always came out through her face: through her eyes, which always seemed to shine brighter than usual every time she saw you; by her smile which she couldn’t hold back around you at all; and her slips when she tried to look cool, reasonable, and collected only to end up looking cuddly, innocent, and cute.

The lightning bolt that shattered the games you were playing and showed what was really happening struck after your first stay in Equestria.  

As the first shocks after the collision of different dimensions came to end and were followed by a feverish period of intense investigation, a lot of people tried their luck in Equestria. The majority didn’t succeed.  

The first group of people who plunged into Equestria were the middle class herbivores who had talents that, alas, were only useful on Earth. The usual place of first contact – the Everfree forest – was in itself an ordeal akin to the initiatory trials of mythological and literary heroes. Not many had the strength, cunning, and knowledge to reach the plains outside of Ponyville. The few who somehow managed to get out of the Everfree forest alive and well had to pass, due to lack of proper skills, the second and hardest initiatory test – Applejack’s farm. All but the most fanatical failed to survive even one day of farm work from sunrise to sunset. Despite their niceness, ponies didn’t like freeloaders, so they organized parties that collected the unfortunate ones who had the first traumatic contact with manual work and brought them safely back to Earth.  

As rumours spread that it was easier to become a citizen of Switzerland than to get a living permit in Equestria, people in search of a better life gave up chasing luck on the other side. Instead of immigration, the aim became exploration. To avoid accidental disasters, secret unicorn watchers were assigned to each human guest. If someone broke the basic rules – no violence, harassment, stealing or trespassing – she was zapped and brought back to her home world.

You, however, had a clearance to walk freely around Equestria. Rainbow vouched for your character.   

Because Rainbow was responsible for you, you made extra effort not to offend or overstep your boundaries.  

There were many opportunities.

Twilight Sparkle, for example. Her fanatical adherence to the written word annoyed you the most – if a book says so, it must be true, reality be damned. You were sure Twilight didn’t like you either in return. Considering the way she spoke with others, she was borderline abrasive to you. You didn’t know why and, frankly, didn’t care.

Twilight wasn’t the last boss, though. That place to Rarity belonged. You realized that she was a gold digger by her looks alone. Learning that she was the element of generosity surprised you the most. A generous gold digger felt like an oxymoron but here she was, a creature as mythical as the abominable snowman.

What annoyed you the most was her pissed off tone – as if you had insulted her mother, grandmother, and grand-grandmother just by giving her a single look – and the way she kept roasting your clothes. Why is it all black? Do you have a funeral to attend?  

You wanted to shout, How about I strip my clothes off and run naked with horses? Rainbow stopped you. You didn’t want to make her look bad.

The fact how some ponies outright rejected you without giving you a chance was another of the things that made you steamy. Applejack, for instance. She looked like a somepony you could get along with – down to Earth, practical, knows how to parse bullshit from truth, and isn’t afraid to work with her hooves. Yet she said, honestly, that she didn’t want to be friends with you.

“You look like a swindler,” she said, straight.

You didn’t look like a cheater at all – that was the reason everyone trusted you. In the end, you hoped that one day Applejack would change her opinion. Rainbow assured it would happen. You hoped it would turn true.

The most frustrating was Fluttershy. She said you looked scary, like a hero from the tales about sleazy dangerous ponies that roam Manehatten at night.  

You were mad that Fluttershy rejected you as a friend. Rainbow had hyped her so much, saying that Flutters was her best friend since forever, emphasizing her kindness and her courage behind her meek facade. “She’ll do everything for friends in need,” Rainbow had said on the road to her cottage. As a consequence, you wanted to give Fluttershy a good impression. Somehow, it failed.

Only your iron will stopped you from saying that you loved all animals and wanted to kill all humans for the biosphere’s sake. Rainbow was more important than bad impressions and glandular reactions. You didn’t want to break her trust in you even if her friends were pushing you over the edge.  

By the end of it you felt frustrated and disappointed that you didn’t like Rainbow’s friends and they didn’t like you in return.

“They’ll come around,” Rainbow, smiling, said. “Just give them time. Too many humans decided to be assholes around here. And maybe Rarity’s right: you should wear some colour other than black.”

Apart from clashes with Rainbow’s friends, your time in Equestria was a blast. The vistas – from fields forever rolling, their grass like the sea undulating, to the volcanic lands of the dragons where the whole terrain was blasted, scorched, while lava ran through cracks that looked like capillaries of some gigantic beast. The creatures – the whole mythological bestiary was present. The other ponies – not everyone saw you as an asshole instead of a potential friend. You particularly liked Celestia, her patience, her relaxed movements, and her deep purple eyes which looked as if she had seen and felt everything that was possible to experience; the mailmare with crossed eyes, happy despite her impairment; the green one with the lyre on her flank, easygoing, curious about humans, and like Rainbow in some way; and many more.  

Magic was the most difficult event to comprehend. It went against everything – physics, chemistry, physiology, biology, and occultism. Twilight explained that magic involved tapping into some energy and utilizing it for different purposes and that the unicorn’s horn was a focusing device that collected the necessary amount of energy for an operation on its tip. The schools of magic developed concentration and researched ways to increase one’s ability to absorb and utilize the source of power for personal ends.

Weather facilities were the most preposterous things you’ve encountered. Save a few spots here and there, clouds, thunders, mists, and other climatic phenomena didn’t happen on their own accord. Pegasi created them. You couldn’t believe it, but you stopped caring after a tour of the rainbow factory and the taste of its product. It was better to accept the way things are than understand them through human paradigms. That path led to nothing but disappointment and headache.

In Equestria you weren’t writing, reading, or keeping yourself busy. Away from the high tech you felt reflective and just wanted to sit down, your back perched against an apple tree, and watch the movement of the grass all day long. Equestrian serenity was extremely addictive. You wished you could move in somehow and live in some cottage amid the unspoiled valleys and hills.

Because Rainbow was busy with performances and had to travel far away your inward contemplation was enhanced by this solitude which was only broken by the messenger clouds Rainbow sent you once a week. The clouds were totally normal save that upon contact with you memories of places Rainbow visited flashed through your mind along with sensations, emotions, and scents.  

Some places were new, foreign. Other familiar and with longing infused. They were places you had visited together, each one housing a special memory, scent and taste: a mood that was precious to you both.  

You revisited the fields outside Ponyville that seemed to go on forever where you liked to sit and smell the scent of grass and watch Rainbow perform tricks and ask your opinion about which one was the best. Once again you walked through the twisted streets of Canterlot where tall marble spires rose so high that they threatened to pierce the sky, Rainbow taking a rest from flying by sitting on your shoulders but still keeping her wings beating to make the piggybacking pleasurable for you. One more time you enjoyed the nocturnal solitude of Rainbow Falls while sitting on the border of one of the manifold prismatic pools, Rainbow to your right, and admiring the way the strands of her mane swirled against her forehead, cheeks, and neck, and how her eyes sparkled white under the moonlight, and the way she smiled when she looked at you, and how every time you looked at her you felt the knots that surround the meaning of it all unbind and everything finally made sense.

As a result of these silent meditations you understood what kept you glued to Rainbow Dash, why you wanted to make her happy all the time.

You loved her. Pure and simple.

The simple realization hit you like a train and was followed by other considerations. What to do now? Should you do something or leave it be?  

After a restless night spent rolling and ruminating you got up early. You didn’t feel exhausted, though. The memory that Rainbow had a show today lifted you from groggy to absolutely awake. She had mentioned it before and said she wouldn’t mind if you miss it because of different reasons –  trouble getting to Cloudsdale, trouble finding the place, trouble getting inside.

There was one thing that made you similar to Rainbow: if you wanted something you would do anything do get it, no matter how ethical or clandestine.  

You got up, cleaned yourself up, and went in search for Twilight Sparkle. You found her at the local school – if that place could be called as such – and asked her to use a gravity annihilation spell at you. Surprisingly, she obliged without a grudge.  

You left the school and found the balloon base that offered travels to Cloudsdale. Rainbow had said her performance would be in the evening, after four. You looked at your watch and felt satisfied – plenty of time to go.  

Finding the arena wasn’t that hard. Getting inside, however, proved impossible. Since the Wonderbolts were a paramilitary organization, only Equestrian citizens were allowed in.

Instead of trying to force your way into the arena, you went to the wedge on the border of the plaza and sat there, legs stretched, crossed.  

When a torrent of pegasi of all the colours under the sun poured from the manifold guarded entrances, you stood up, alert. You didn’t want to miss Rainbow in the crowd.  

The Wonderbolts themselves appeared after the crowd had dispersed and the square returned back to its original emptiness.  

Your heart jumped in expectation once the Wonderbolts, without the uniform, came out. You saw the stallion with the blue mane going somewhere with another stallion, all black except the frosty mane and tail. Then somepony who looked as a boss came out of the hallway, head held high, a light green mare with snow white hair to her left. One look at the bossy one, amber coloured from head to toe, made you guts twist from disgust. You never liked bossy females.

The moment the couple went behind a nearby building you forgot about them. Rainbow was in the entrance of the hallway, maroon strap bags to her sides.  

She looked left. She looked right. You were sure you could detest sadness in her sight. It looked as if she were searching for someone or looking at her colleagues who went in pairs to their affairs while she was here all alone, no one to greet her, to cheer her up.  

A lump in your throat formed from the transitory sight of Rainbow’s sadness. To make it easier for her you stepped away from the shadows of the building and into the yellow rays of the setting afternoon Sun casting a warm golden sheen on the roofs and streets around.  

Rainbow looked left and was ready to look right when she spotted you right in front of her. For a moment her eyes sparkled like exploding stars and an enormous happy grin split her face, then she regained her cool composure, crossing her forelegs, replacing the smile of absolute delight with the smug grin that was the main feature of her persona.

“You did come,” she, boisterous, said.  

“Never say no to me,” you responded. “I might break it.”

“Okay. But how? Humans can’t fly.”

You retold your adventure of the day, from the trip to the friendship school to wondering through the streets of Cloudsdale.

You found yourselves in a narrow empty alley. Rainbow looked around quickly, stared at you warmly, smiled, then lunged into your arms.

She felt soft and tickly against your chest and face. Her heart beating against your chest throbbed faster than yours. Her warm breath against the left side of your neck sent shivers through your body.  The smell of her mane, minty from shampoo, felt refreshing, relaxing. Nice.  

You had suspicions Rainbow was cute, soft, and cuddly behind her abrasive armour. In fact, she was cuter, softer, and cuddlier than you suspected. Rainbow went totally lax in your arms, melting in your hands, knowing that you’ll do no harm. You’ve hugged women back in the day, but not even one had been as relaxed as Rainbow; they all felt like knots upon knots, while Rainbow was like butter – smooth, warm, pulsating butter.

How long the hug lasted you couldn’t tell. Frankly, you didn’t care.  

At that moment you knew that finally, after a life of bachelorhood, you fell in love for real and without a sign of return to how things were before.

You and you image were dead. Extinct. You were reborn as an innocent youth instead, who knew not of the profane world and its perversions of love. It was the best feeling in the world: a return to inborn innocence and perfection that were dusted by years upon years of neglect.

After an eternity, Rainbow looked into your eyes. All the gods above, how beautiful her eyes were: innocent, warm, and deeper than the depths of space. You let her go and smiled like never before. You couldn’t remember the last time you felt so simple. So alive.

“Thanks,” Rainbow said,  standing on her hind legs before you, her forelegs on your shoulders, the yellow and orange tips of her mane grazing against your forehead.

“No problem,” you said.  

Then, you went down the alleyway. You tried to take Rainbow’s left hoof in your right hand, forgetting for a moment that she was a pony, not a human, but when you couldn’t wrap it in your palm you dropped the idea. Rainbow, hovering to the right of you, didn’t mind your weird behaviour.  

At that moment everything felt so right and good that nothing could shatter this quality of absolute perfection. Every sound, every smell, every sight, every touch seemed right.  

Just right.

Exalted, you were sure that not a single thing, no matter how infinitesimal it was, broke the absolute order, which was essentially good and right and perfect.

When you entered a crowded street Rainbow quickly shifted from this surprising nice side back to her usual arrogant, boisterous personality. You could only smile at this change. Now that you had witnessed Rainbow’s original face you could even see it in the mercurial play of her mask.

The most unexpected thing happened a few days after returning to your personal sanctuary on Earth. You had finished writing one important scene in your story about the UFO invasion slash consciousness expansion experiment in a small rural town and decided to celebrate the occasion by a long journey to Oddiyana. As you were ready to put your boots you heard a knock against the window of your living room.

Anxious, you went to check the noise. When you saw Rainbow behind the window you felt both guilty and surprised. Guilty for suspecting the worst. Surprised because Rainbow was here at midday.  

You opened the window. Rainbow stepped inside, admiring your large living room.

“You live well,” she said.  

“If you ain’t living well, then you’re no living at all. Just surviving,” you said. “Which isn’t the most meaningful way to spend one’s time here.”

“So, that’s why you fund science so much?”

You nodded. “Science is better than politics. Give time, and everyone will be living like he really wants, not like he must. I can guarantee you that once the problem of survival and comfort is solved, wars and violence will cease. I’m doing my part to speed up the process.”

“Wars and violence is because ponies – eh, people – have to survive here rather than enjoy life?” Rainbow asked.

You sensed anxiety in her, expressed by the sudden change of theme. She had yet to explain why she was here. Her eyes darted left and right. She looked shaken. If she went such lengths to find you, it meant it was something important. Very important. You took charge.

“Exactly. People are surviving, not living. The fact you have to waste your life doing things you don’t want and don’t like just to have food and water is the pinnacle of our imbecility, barbarity, and cruelty. It creates tension between people because they all want to have the top and best spot and they all know that only a few of them will achieve it. This leads to hatred, which ends in violence. By giving everyone a high living standard – in which they might choose whether to work or not out of their will, not necessity – we’ll eradicate the survival issue that’s the crux of every ill this side of the universe. But wanting to hear this is not reason why you’re here.”

Rainbow gulped, then shifted her eyes left and right. “Yeah...That’s right.”

You squatted before Rainbow, your chest twisting from seeing her so troubled.  

Rainbow inhaled, exhaled, then looked at you with wide, longing eyes.

“Can I live with you?” She said.  

You smiled even before your mind finished processing her words. A shot of energy going up your spine made you feel light. You wanted to stand up and jump and scream from joy.  

“As much and as long as you want,” you said.

After these words Rainbow lunged forward and knocked you onto the floor. Looking up, you were greeted by a big smile and shining magenta eyes. However, you had to close your eyes when Rainbow kissed you, sending tingly shivers throughout your face and body that raised every hair on their way. Her lips were soft as silk against yours, her tongue unbelievably smooth.  

You wrapped your arms around her wings in response, trying to dissolve in the wonderful heat of her body, not bothering to move away the strands of her mane that hit your eyelids. What amazed you was her smoothness: of coat, hair, lips, and tongue. She felt like the best pillow – or the best girl – you had ever held.

As Rainbow placed her hooves next to your shoulders and lifted herself up, you opened your eyes and were greeted by a most pleasant sight. She looked like a real angel with her blue face framed by stripes of hair of all the seven colours of the rainbow: the ground and play combined.  

When you put your right hand on her head and let your fingers run through her smooth mane down her neck to her wings, you realized that the last illusion was shattered. It was all so obvious. Beautiful and simple.
> Chapter 2, Part 2
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You place the index finger of your right hand on the neck of her suit, then trace it down the jagged border between the yellow and blue sides to the point where the legs begin. No matter how shit the Wonderbolts are, they had a stunning uniform that looked slick and stimulating on Rainbow Dash.  

Just thinking about it makes you heavy in the groin. Running your hands across its smooth surface, from Rainbow’s neck to her tail, then slipping your hands between her legs and gliding them up and down her warm moist crotch through the rubbery suit felt like heaven. Rainbow enjoyed it, too, moving wavelike as your hands passed over her hidden valley, and allowed you to progress by turning on her back, spreading her hindlegs, and showing the dark spot in her groin where the yellow patch of the suit ended with a curve. Looking at the etched shape of her hills and the creek between you would jump right there, bury your nose into her musky wetness, enjoying the smell of sweat mingled with arousal, then glide it up and down against the slick wet fabric of her suit, eliciting movements and moans from her. Your tongue would follow your nose, absorbing her essence, tasteless save a light tinge of sweetness, from the plastic fabric of her garment, sliding easily between her legs, flicking quickly the little nub that felt hard amid the smoothness of her lotus, and driving her steadily over the edge.  

Even when you weren’t around Rainbow would wear the suit. You found her several times in the living room fully clothed, standing on her hindlegs with her right hoof moving up and down between her thighs. You barely resisted the urge to join her and move your fingers into her secret heart for you feared to break her bliss by popping out of a sudden without prelude. So you watched the show, your penis so hard it threatened to crack and burst, till Rainbow ended riding her orgasm. By the end she would stand on her four legs and present her rear to you, blue and yellow fabric dark and damp, long thin trails of arousal reaching the middle of her thighs. Finished, she would turn around, look surprised for a moment, then tilt her head left and smirk, knowing that you enjoyed the show.

This Wonderbolt suit is something. But in the end Rainbow looks good in everything. Shorts, t-shirts, panties – whatever she puts on, you get a hard on. Your favourites are three things: her Hawaiian pink shorts with yellow flowers, tight black shorts that barely reach the middle of her thighs, and looser black shorts with white circles on their rims. If Rainbow puts one of these things on, it is expected that they’ll end up soaked with her sap and somewhere around her knees.

You sigh at the pleasant memories brought up by your mind in expectation of the real deal, then walk towards the door. Before going out, standing in the doorway and looking back at the water bed, you remember the first time you caught Rainbow masturbating in your home.

*****

Living with Rainbow was a total blast. There had been some issues – Rainbow said you were too sedentary, you didn’t like that Rainbow wanted to do everything from cooking to cleaning without leaving anything to you, you had arguments over her career in the Wonderbolts because she came often from the show in a reserved mood that you didn’t like one bit, Rainbow said that your practice of sitting still doing nothing at all was dorky and pointless while you responded that nothing is something worth doing – but you managed to smooth them out because you really cared about her.  

You joined Rainbow on her warm up flight down the beach. Rainbow agreed no to be the perfect housewife even if all the work outside of cooking took her one hour max. The Wonderbolts… you suspected that Rainbow’s irrational inability to let them go was related to her public character and whatever reasons caused it to form. Instead of arguing and proving that she was better than them – to your surprise, Rainbow believed the Wonderbolts were far above her despite objectively surpassing them in every possible way – you decided to teach her some tricks involving breathing and relaxation to remove residual tension from her frame. It worked. Rainbow seldom returned from the Wonderbolts training looking upset, shoulders tense and breathing shallow.

The more Rainbow lived with you, the more she showed her incredibly beautiful essence. Behind the though and arrogant appearance hid a sweet and nice pony who really loved cuddling and making you smile. It was obvious she had some problems expressing this side, especially in public, but you took it with understanding, confronting some of her most flamboyant quirks with a warm grin. Even at her worst, however, Rainbow’s innate nature subtly manifested itself. Because she wanted to bring the potential talents in you Rainbow could be very demanding. When Rainbow was sharp, her observations were astute, showing blind spots that limited you.  

Day by day your devotion grew like a freshly kindled flame. You wanted to be with her, hold her by her slender waist, put your nose against her neck and smell the ozone freshness of her mane, kiss her lightly behind her ears and drown in her soft and loving gaze. Rainbow was also by burning desire driven. The way she looked at you, the way she hugged you, the way she kissed you – feverish, intense, longing – betrayed her hunger for great bliss and magnificent release. There was something electric in the air that was already as thick and dense as before a storm, but how to take the next step was something neither you nor Rainbow knew. The pony and human relationship wasn’t something new – it was so common, in fact, that people stopped crying outrage years ago – but it was a unique situation for Rainbow and you. To make matters worse, you suspected Rainbow didn’t have any intimate experience with males. All her stories had been about friendships with mares.

Not knowing what to do, you decided to wait for the right moment.  

The right moment came quick and unexpected: a bolt of lightning out of blue.

About a month after Rainbow had moved in, a new smell started to linger in your bedroom. You usually got up earlier than Rainbow, admired how cute she looked while asleep (her face serene, her mane spread around her like a kaleidoscopic octopus, her belly and chest rising and falling slow), covered her with the blanket if it had fallen off, kissed her on forehead or cheek depending on the way she laid, then went to the kitchen where you left breakfast for her before going on the sunrise jog. By the time you returned Rainbow was off to Equestria, empty plates left in her wake.

From a certain day on, every time you returned to your bedroom you were greeted by a thick wall of a musky odour that upon the first whiff did funny things to you. In less than a second you apprehended the source of this exciting scent. For the first time since meeting her you wondered what was Rainbow like down there, behind the rainbow veil of her tail. Before that musky morning you had occasional thoughts, quick and fleeting, about breaking that last wall between you and her. Because you either had a novel to write or Rainbow to admire, they didn’t last in the foreground for long. The smell that morning brought it all back to the front. From that moment on you would not fail to notice Rainbow’s sensuality which had been always present but you were too blind to see.  

Curious, you searched for signs of Rainbow’s activity – any dark wet spots on the bed or floor. You found none and decided they had dried up already. Wondering how she did it you went on your usual business: light breakfast followed by writing. When Rainbow returned home, however, it was impossible not to see the feline quality of her moves, the lion like precision and fluidity of her steps, the soft curves of her haunches, and the alluring shadows on her inner thighs. What hit you the most was the way she looked: innocent and sensual at the same time.  

Still, you feared to make the first move. Human were aliens to her, and you didn’t want to scare her by your drive. Deep inside you suspected she would come around. You just needed to give her time.

You didn’t need to wait long.  

You thought the musky incident would be a one time thing. You were wrong. The next day the same smell greeted you again, and the day after that, and the day after that day. Imagining her lying down on the bed with both her hoofs between her spread legs, her body arching to every touch down there, her eyes closed, her mane spread like the rays of a star around her head, gave you such intense erection that you yourself wanted to drop your shorts and masturbate right on the spot to the picture created by your mind.

You wanted to know how did Rainbow masturbate, what she used. To satiate your curiosity you decided to come earlier than usual the next day.

Upon returning home after the walk you threw off your shoes, then checked the kitchen. The pancakes you made for her were still there, her chair unmoved. She was home.

Silently you went to the bedroom. You saw its door ahead, half-open. 

Quiet like a ghost you approached the door, then peeked inside. A flush of heat immediately rolled through you, and your penis became hard in record time.

Rainbow was riding her white pillow in the middle of the bed, hugging your own red one with her forelegs. While she was sitting on her knees, her legs parted, resting on both sides of her pillow and folded under her haunches, you admired the thickness of her thighs and the beauty in between that appeared then disappeared beneath the pillow as Rainbow moved her pelvis back and forth. Your eyes moved up to the hooves wrapped around your pillow, going up and down, caressing its sides. Then you looked at Rainbow’s face, and froze.

Rainbow looked happy. Blissful. Ecstatic. Her eyes were closed and a satisfied innocent smile, half opened, danced on her face. She didn’t look lusty. Neither dirty or slutty. Oceanic rapture she displayed, sensual and serene, like the statues of dancing binders etched into the walls of the manifold abandoned temples dotting the regional landscape.

Rainbow’s wavy movements sped up. To announce the approaching release, Rainbow voiced a long hum that sounded so sensual and sweet you could orgasm from it alone. You wondered how Rainbow would sound if she let it out fully right into your left ear as you held her gently by her sides, kissing her on the tip of her nose.

Your eyes shifted back down, stopped to admire her cute navel, then reached the spot between her legs. As Rainbow’s pelvis moved forward her red clitoral hood, wet and glistening, came into your view only to vanish a moment later beneath the humid spot on her pillow. It looked perfect, and you itched from the want to move your tongue along its sides and enjoy its heat and fluids. You wondered how Rainbow’s flower looked, lips and jewel included, but you had a feeling it would be the most beautiful sight you’ve ever seen: the perfect jungle flame oozing nectar just for you.  

Rainbow’s bodily pulsations still increased in pace. The sensual hums that got caught in her throat and never turned to speech happened over and over again: a low throb in the daybreak stillness. Her joyful and innocent smile widened and her teeth, white like full moon at midnight, under the morning sun glistened. You could watch her going up and down the pillow forever, your eyes enraptured by her ecstatic dance.

Suddenly her waving motions turned frantic as if someone cut all the strings holding Rainbow’s body in control and left it free to its own devices. Judging by the wide smile on Rainbow’s face and the vocal moan that she expressed, you realized Rainbow reached the beautiful release manifesting itself in the quick whole body movements that looked like waves going up and down or hearts pulsing in and out.  

You noticed that the dark spot on the pillow beneath Rainbow’s lotus significantly bigger grew, and that the upper third of her inner thighs was coated in her viscous transparent honey which turned the azure shade of her coat to evening blue. Your tongue burned from a desire to lick it, to savour Rainbow’s taste, to mingle with Rainbow’s consciousness.

For a long time Rainbow’s movements continued. They were the quickest, most frantic, at the start of her release. Gradually they lost their intensity and finally stopped five minutes after Rainbow’s cry of pleasure. All the while the most serene and utterly satisfied smile was present on Rainbow’s glowing face, like she had achieved a breakthrough in her exercises or finished a difficult task and was relieved of all tension in her life.

When Rainbow ceased moving and descended into a state of total surrender and full repose, smiling, eyes closed, her sense faculties withdrawn, you decided it was time to go. You tiptoed backwards, and once you entered the hallway you turned around and proceeded, amazed and aroused, into the kitchen to your right.

You sat on the chair next to Rainbow’s usual seat, which had a plate of pancakes along with a bottle of cherry jam next to it, and went on ruminating about what you had seen. What struck you the most a certain ineffable innocence and easiness in Rainbow’s deeds. She wasn’t in a hurry. She wasn’t tense. She moved like water, free of all tightness and control.

Light flapping sounds terminated your feverish thoughts.  

You looked up and saw Rainbow coming from the corridor, hovering midair. She was glowing, happy, but when she saw you she put both her hooves to her face and embarrassingly smiled while tomato red crept up her cheeks. You glanced at her and got hard again just by gazing at the wet spots on her thighs and in the middle, wondering how it looked, tasted, and smelled down there between her slender elegant legs.  

“Oops,” Rainbow, smiling, said. “I guess you caught everything.”

You nodded dreamily. Rainbow was unbelievably sensual and cute, so cute your heart melted away, so sensual your loins throbbed with pleasure and fiery passion danced at the bottom of your spine.  

“I’m glad I did,” you said. “You were beautiful.”

Rainbow’s eyes went wide. “Really?”

“Absolutely. Pinkie swear.”

“Soooo… you’re not mad.”

“Why would I be? It’s natural. We’re living together, hugging, kissing. It’s inevitable that we’ll end up in an embrace.”

Flying closer to you, Rainbow dropped her altitude.  

“So...you’re cool with it?”

You nodded. “Totally.”

“Soooooo... you’ll be cool trying stuff with me?”

That was quick and unexpected. You went light from excitement. A big wide smile spread across your face. Finally that awkward barrier felt down, unable to withstand the thirst for total contact and surrender.  

“Sure.”

“Really?” Rainbow, excited, asked, the biggest and happiest grin you’ve ever seen cracking her face. “Really? Really? Really?”

“I want the same thing. And suffer from the same problem.”

“You mean, you too are kinda… well… uneasy?”

You nodded.  

Rainbow sighed. “I wasn’t the only one feeling… kinda nervous about it?”

“No, you weren’t. It’s understandable, though. You’re a pony. I’m a human. Problem are bound to appear.”

“But I don’t know what to do – well, I kinda guess, and I kinda know how you look like, but it still feels… weird. What if I'll hurt you?”

“I’ll explain, and we’ll get it going. As long as we talk and work together, everything’s going to be fine. I won’t do anything that you don’t like. Just tell me what you like, how you like it, and I’ll do my best. Don’t be silent. You looked beautiful and happy. I would like to make you feel the same way.”

The red of embarrassment shifted to a pink blush which Rainbow tried to suppress but without any success. She put her forelegs on your shoulders and her hindlegs to the floor, her head tilted, her eyes, shining and warm, looking lovingly into yours. Even at such distance you could smell her amazing musk.  

“You’re the best. Really,” she said. “But there’s another problem. I’ve never been with stallions. Only mares.”

“Why? You’re the most beautiful pony in Equestria.”

“Well… I don’t like how big they look. When they get hard, they’re as big as half of me, and down there it’s all small. I feel it will hurt having one inside. I don’t want to get hurt. Especially that way.”

You placed the index finger of your right hand on Rainbow’s forehead, then traced the haphazard strands of yellow behind her fluffy ear.

Rainbow smiled gently, then went on.

“You look small, and I don’t think when you’ll get hard it will be too big. It looks as if it will fit just well, without stretching and hurting too much. I want to try it. I really want to try it with you. Like, really bad. So bad I couldn’t help myself anymore.”

“It’s fine,” you said. “You looked amazing, by the way. If you want to masturbate wherever and whenever you want, just do it. We live together, after all.”

“I don’t see you doing it.”

“I do it in the shower.”

“I don’t like showers. Guess that explains that.”

“If you want to look, I can do it, to be fair,” you said, then kissed Rainbow on the tip of her nose, feeling her warm breath wash your chin and neck.

Rainbow smiled. “What about the other thing?”

“Whatever you want, I’m up to it.”

Grinning like the happiest mare in existence, Rainbow jumped on you, then wrapped her hindlegs around your waist and her forelegs around your neck.  

After she broke the hug she looked at you again with that dreary serious look you didn’t like seeing on her face under any circumstance.

“Promise me one thing,” she said.  

“You word is my command.”

“That you’ll be gentle. That you won’t hurt me.”

“Rainbow, if by some fault of mine a single hair a single hair falls from your head, I won’t be able to live with myself.”

Rainbow scanned your eyes for hidden irony, her face serious. Once she confirmed that you were absolutely, one hundred percent, sincere, she smiled and fell back against you, her head resting on your right shoulder.

“You’re the best,” she said.  

“I know,” you said, feeling warm from her words. “But let’s not rush into things.”

In fact, you had a plan in mind about how to get to know each other physically and finally proceed to the genital embrace.

*****

You close the door, then turn right. You come into the living room, and as you look around your mind is flooded with memories of tender touches and light caresses. Once you and Rainbow got comfortable with the physical aspect, everything became ceaseless, soft and intimate, erotic bliss. You remember a time when not a day went without you satisfying Rainbow in some way. Every corner of the house witnessed your mutual joy, imprinted Rainbow’s soft giggles and moans, was stained by your mutual sap, and embraced you in the silent afterglows.  

You look at the living room. To your right, a large window opens to the green forest surrounding the beach, the ocean a blue thin line on the horizon barely visible between the trees. A flat television is mounted into the wall just to your left. On the other side of the room a long white sofa stands with a low rectangular table in front. A wide bookcase filled to the brim with books you bought as well as your own work occupies the left part of the room, going from the coach right to the TV.

Before Rainbow came, you didn’t spend much time here. On the balcony you preferred to stay, laptop in your lap, legs on the balustrade, and warm sun above. You didn’t even remember why you bought the TV in the first place, since you never used it. At all. The only things that you liked about the living room were the stereo, which you liked to crank up loud enough to hear on the other side of your home, and books. Especially books: one of the best investments you’ve ever made.  

After Rainbow, however, you spent much more time inside. Rainbow liked the homely vibe and your books. She enjoyed lying on the sofa or lounging on the round cushions scattered throughout the room. As you look from the floor pillows to the Persian rug, to the sofa, then to the window letting in the warm late afternoon sunlight, pleasant memories of tender caresses bubble to the surface of your mind. You remember the beginning of you love life with Rainbow. It started small and, like the rising sinusoid of sexual excitation, escalated quickly to full bliss.  

*****

After the conversation Rainbow waited for a day, then demanded for a try. She was excited rather than nervous this time, acting uppity and adventurous, confident that you won’t hurt her in any way.  

She caught you from behind you as you were putting a book back on the shelf, placing her chin on your right shoulder, wrapping her forelegs around your chest. 

“Surprise,” she said, her warm breath sending pleasant shivers down your neck.

You turned around.

“Remember yesterday?” she asked, her hooves pressed against your pectorals.

“Of course.”

“I’m ready.”

That was a bit unexpected but your penis, getting ready at lightning speed, desired her hard. You decided to give in. How could you say no to such a radiant and loving smile?

“Okay,” you said. “And I know exactly the kind of thing we can do.”

“What thing?”

You put your right hand on Rainbow’s left hoof. Its fur pleasantly tickled the palm of your hand.  

“You take my hand, and move it across your body to all the places that make you feel good.”

Rainbow smiled. “Sounds good. Let’s go.”

“Wait. Allow me to get ready,” you said, withdrawing your hand from Rainbow’s soft warm hoof.  

Slowly you proceeded to undress, pulling off your black shirt first then your black shorts and finally your underwear. It was a bit awkward standing naked in front of her with your erect nipples and penis exposed, but Rainbow’s rapt stare softened the unease. Since she had seen enough of your chiseled shoulders and abs, her eyes focused on your engorged friend. She didn’t look weirded out by it all. She looked enthralled, in fact. Her curious stare devoured the purple tip, the bulging veins, the ridge on the back side, the tight scrotum, the patch of hair enveloping it all.

“Just like I told you. You are the right size,” Rainbow smiled, excited. “Now that I’ve seen yours, would you like to see mine? I can give you a tour of my body after that.”

“I will be glad,” you said, delighted.

Smiling, Rainbow looked back and found a floor pillow behind. She retreated from you, then jumped up. Once she landed on the pillow she spread her legs, revealing her beauty to your sight. Her tail looked like a rainbow fan between her thighs, red near the left one, purple near the right.

Her secret heart looked like a drop of pink lemonade: elongated at the top, her hood protruding from blue hills that were now tinged red, but turning lower into an oval shape. Her petals were swollen, almost red, their smooth borders elevating slightly above the puffy ridges of blue. You could see her well between them at the bottom of the tear, with its void veiled by pink folds. As a final touch everything – the inner petals, the hood, the jewel it protected, even the slopes of the blue hills – was covered in transparent and viscous fluid. The liquid substance formed a bridge between the two petals right beneath her jewel; and that little detail made you hard like nothing else before.  

You intuited that Rainbow was a grower. When she’s not aroused her flower looks like a long rosy valley amid mounds of blue; but when she gets excited her flower goes into bloom, parting the blue shell, spreading the pink-and-red petals, covering all its insides with sweet nectar, showing its delicate stigma and hidden cave.  

“You’re beautiful,” you said, enraptured and smiling.

Rainbow cheeks turned red. Her eyes darted right and left.  

“I know that,” she said. “Want to touch it?”

“Not without your guidance,” you said. “Let me sit up behind you so that you can take my hand and guide it. Don’t forget to show me every special place that you have.”

Rainbow nodded and lifted herself from the cushion.  

You sat right behind Rainbow, plunging into the jelly like pillow, your face peaking from her left shoulder, your smooth legs against her warm and furry haunches, your erect shaft touching the bottom of her spine. From your point of view you could only see the pink hood from between Rainbow’s legs. Farther ahead laid the rainbow fan of her tail.

“I don’t have many,” Rainbow said. “Two of them I can’t show because they’re behind. One is beneath my wings. Well, everything that is beneath my wings can turn me on.”

“You can show me,” you said, falling backwards into the cushion. “Is this enough?”

“That should do it,” Rainbow answered. “I don’t need them fully open. Just a little bit.”

Rainbow lifted her wings from her spine and you pushed your hands underneath, shuffling them in slow circular motions beginning from the roots of her wings and going to her sides.  

Rainbow emitted sensual hums in response that turned stronger the more you caressed the spots closer to her wing joints. To enhance Rainbow’s pleasure you shifted from full palm shuffling to using the tips of your fingers only, moving them up and down in the angles between her back and wings, going away from her spine towards her sides, and tickling the pits between her forelegs and chest. You guessed by Rainbow’s thrums, which got louder when you went as close as possible to her wings, that you were doing good.  

“What’s the other place?” You asked, serene.   

“Down there,” Rainbow said, moving her right hoof backwards, caressing the root of her tail. “That spot just under the tail.”

“Can you show me? I want to see and touch it.”

“Okay,” Rainbow said. “But be gentle. It’s very sensitive.”

She moved her right foreleg forwards, then stood on her hindlegs and lifted her tail. The prismatic hair felt like silk against your cheeks and forehead. You could bury yourself forever in Rainbow’s tail, enjoying its aesthetic display, its scent of high altitude mists.

“See that place from where my tail grows?” Rainbow asked.

“Yes.”

Your eyes, however, were focused on the blooming flower ahead, its red, wet and glistening petals emerging from hills of blue; and a long, thin filament of its honey forming in the lower conjunction of the folds with a drop of liquid diamond dangling at its end.  

“That’s it,” Rainbow said.

You cast your eyes up and saw the upward meaty triangle that was her dock. Carefully and lightly you pressed your index finger against it, then scratched its warm and smooth surface free from her coat.

Rainbow’s body went mobile, her pelvis moving back and forth on its own accord. A soft sensual hum escaped her throat.  

“Feeling fine?” you asked.

“Yeah,” Rainbow said, her tone dreamy. “Feels amazing. Keep doing it.”

Rainbow wanted more, so you continued scratching and caressing the triangle with your finger. Your left hand, however, wasn’t idle. You brought it closer to Rainbow’s left foot, closed it into a fist with your index finger extended, and moved it upwards, brushing against the inner side of her leg.  When you reached the back of the knee and explored its valley, Rainbow made another series of low hums which sounded so good that a renewed flow of energy buzzed in your pelvis and demanded release.  

To make the pleasure in her hindlegs equal you traced your other index finger down the curve of Rainbow’s thighs and behind her right knee.

“Why did you stop? It was sooooo good,” Rainbow, longing, asked.  

“Sorry,” you said and moved your hands to the front of her knees and up her haunches, then placed your lips on her forgotten dock.  

The dock felt warm and butter smooth against your lips. A slight pulsation was going through it. Rainbow reacted immediately to your action by speeding up her pelvic movements and moaning instead of humming like before.

You removed your lips from her dock, looked at Rainbow’s lower back, athletic and fit, and followed up the dale of her spine, enjoying the warmth of her body against your face. You sniffed the air and noticed her musk was getting stronger, almost vapour thick.

“Whatever you did, it was amazing,” Rainbow said. “Can you do it more?”

“Another time. I want to feel the rest of your body before you dissolve,” you said. “You seem very close.”

“There’s nothing else left, really.”

“I want to know how you like it.”

“Okay,” Rainbow said, then sat down between your legs, her silky tail enveloping your shaft, its end resting on your left shoulder. Your hands travelled up her thighs, then went to her sides and ended up resting on her belly above her navel. You placed your head on Rainbow’s right shoulder and looked down at her mound with an outcropping of pink.  

Rainbow placed her right hoof on your right hand.  

“You ready?” she asked.  

“Ready,” you said, then planted a kiss behind her right ear, soft and fluffy.

You saw a smile forming on Rainbow’s face before returning your gaze to her lower mouth.  

Hesitating, Rainbow moved your hand below her navel. The moment your fingers reached her soft mound and their tips were enveloped in the heat of her secret mouth, you reached the verge of sending your seed across Rainbow’s back.

Another push down, and your middle finger was on top of her little jewel while your index and forefinger brushed against the silky, warm, and slippery surface of her petals. Her ruby felt like a little rubbery knob among the velvet texture of her veils. Her lips, soft and silky and inviting, did everything to sink your hand into her moist, pulsating secret heart. While the middle of your hand enjoyed the loving warmth of Rainbow’s lower mouth, your thumb and little finger rested in the sticky sweaty places between her thighs and cave, shuffling the short hair covering her outer hills of blue.

Rainbow moved your hand further down till her red drop grazed against the concavity at the point of union between your middle finger and the palm of your hand. You liked its rubbery hardness, its pulsating heat, against your skin at that particular place. The rest of your hand seemed to descend into a heated swamp: everything below the ruby was covered in her sticky essence that made your fingers slide across her delicate smooth folds.  

Overcome with pleasure, Rainbow grinded her pelvis against your hand. Backwards and forwards her pelvis moved with your hand to her inflamed lotus glued. As your caresses continued the warm wetness around her ruby increased, her motions going faster and the friction smoother.

To intensify Rainbow’s pleasure you gyrated your fingers around her swollen lips, going down into the well then back to the edge of her valley then back down again, spreading her essence over the already oiled petals, enjoying the pleasant heat covering your hand from all sides and penetrating to your bones.  

Rainbow’s whole body moved in a serpentine fashion as if a wave started in her crotch and went through her body till it escaped from the top of her head. Hums and moans left her throat and drove you closer to the swoon and bliss of the final release.

“Don’t stop,” Rainbow moaned, eyes closed. “Please."

As Rainbow let out the last word, which ended in a long moan of pleasure, her wavelike movements turned frantic as if her whole body went pulsating on its own accord. Her lips clenched and released around your fingers, trying to hold you in place and suck you in. In the brief moments when her lips weren’t wrapped around you in a warm tight embrace, streams of Rainbow’s viscous warm essence spurted against your fingers and moved through the cracks between and slid down onto your nails.   

Rainbow’s body pulsated, pelvis and head forwards then backwards, slowly losing the intensity of its motions until it finally came to rest. Rainbow’s head fell back on your chest, her eyes closed, her smile ecstatic. She looked totally satisfied. And so innocent and pure.  

You moved your hand away from her hot spring, placed it on the left hand which rested on her belly above the navel, then hugged her tight. You wanted to hold her forever with that relaxed smile on her face, all radiant and glowing, almost divine, in the post climactic vibe of perfect beauty.   

You cast a quick glance at the place between her legs. Everything was wet down there: her mound, the inner side of her thighs, even the carpet below. The more you looked at the mess, the more you wanted to lick it all away, to savour her secret honey, her essence reserved for the few.  

Before returning to her face, you looked at your fingers, all coated in her sticky sap: viscous, thick, but transparent as water. 

“That was amazing,” Rainbow said, breaking the silence of the room submerged in the heat of your bodies and her private musk.  

“You like it?”

Rainbow looked at you, still smiling.

“Like it?! I love it! It was the best thing ever!”

She turned, planted a soft kiss on your left cheek, then grinned wider.

“You’re absolutely the best,” she said, placing her right hoof on top of your wet right hand. “Your hands are the best.  Can we do more stuff later? I want to explore what your hands can do.”

“Of course, Rainbow. Whenever you like,” you said, then kissed her back.  

This way the final barrier broke down. From now on not a day went without you satisfying Rainbow, without feeling her honey on your hands, the texture of her velvety wet petals and her rubbery drop, the sight of her jungle flame in full bloom, the thick smell her arousal, and the deep sound of her joyful cries.  

Rainbow developed some particular preferences in time. She liked grinding against your middle finger, her pearl hidden in its base, with the rest of your fingers covering her rose and moving in fan shaped fashion outwards and inwards, spreading her lips then going back to the heart of her cave. Another thing Rainbow really liked was a localized caressing of her ruby by your index finger alone. The way you rotated your finger over her nub, the way you shuffled it up and down, the way you tickled it just with the tiniest tip of your finger, made Rainbow’s lower mouth repay your efforts with prolific streams of her warm essence that turned her valley into a well after the thawing of spring.  

If you wanted to give Rainbow an exceptional orgasm. all you had to do was move your hand from behind. Going from the front, down her belly then between her legs, was fine; but Rainbow enjoyed more the excitement of your hand travelling across her flower to reach the heart of her pleasure rather than going straight down on it from the top. You also liked it because your index finger first fell into her moist valley and got covered in her viscous oils that allowed a smoother stimulation of her pleasure nerve, improving your ability to do the thing you liked most – giving Rainbow absolute bliss and heavenly delight.

Around this time Rainbow began wondering what human clothing felt like. You bought whatever she desired. To your surprise, she went for the most bland, generic, and athletic stuff on the market. She didn’t like the half transparent underwear with frilly designs (“That’s something Rarity would wear”), neither was she fond of boxer shorts which you proposed because of her love for all things sport (“Looks like Applejack”).

Black shorts, Hawaian floral shorts, smooth white or pink panties, and white sleeveless shirts – this stuff Rainbow adored. She looked tremendously exciting in these outfits. Most of all she looked so incredibly natural and innocent wearing them. The casual clothing accentuated Rainbow’s combination of simple sensuality with perfect innocence by making the curves of her upper thighs stand out, by attracting your attention to the concealed parts of her body, and by highlighting her innocent and carefree youth.  

Apart from aesthetic value and comfort, Rainbow liked the clothes for the sensations they provided her. She liked to comment on the smoothness of the black shorts against her crotch, how they tickled her flower (the dark patch of dampness between the legs being a good indicator of her delight); or how her hoof easily glided down her pink panties, making her self-pleasure stronger, more intense; or the way you ogled her hips and groin when she wore her one piece bikini or Hawaiian trousers or just plain shorts.

You shared Rainbow’s newfound joy. Moving your finger against the smooth fabric of her shorts and panties was different from directly engaging with her naked bloom. A new intoxication: the way your fingers glided smoothly across her veiled valley, perceiving the damp and warm and wet material, rubbing gently that fabric back into the source of her moisture, your index finger slithering across Rainbow’s jewel and eliciting pelvic movements and sensual hums from her. Moving Rainbow’s panties or shorts down, unveiling the sight of her lotus, red from arousal, open from desire – or moving your hand beneath the fabric, its palm getting heated up by her hot, humid, and pulsating flower while its back grazed against the damp smooth fabric of her clothing – was an exquisite pleasure on its own. As a result of this enjoyment, you got hard every time you saw Rainbow wearing shorts and your fingers tingled with the desire to caress her lower mouth and your tongue longed to receive its liquid blessing from its fully aroused lips.  

One day, you did that. You planted the lips to that well, and were transformed.
> Chapter 2, Part 3
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

As you stand in the middle of the living room you turn your head right, staring into the hallway from which you came. At the farthest end of it, after your bedroom, two guest bedrooms, and a bathroom, you see the table that stands in the middle of the kitchen. Behind it you see the kitchen stand with an electric oven on the left, a sink on the right, and white cupboards fixed above. That day you were behind the counter, making the final details for dinner and enjoying the yellow and orange hues of sunset as it fell from the window to your left which opened to the sea of emerald followed by a sea of dark blue with glints of gold sparkling and disappearing on its protean pelt.

*****

You looked at the soup boiling in the wok and, smiling, poured the last of greens from the cutting deck into its delicious looking mess. It was probably one of the best dishes you’ve ever made, although it lacked one little important detail – spiciness. The first time Rainbow had tried your cuisine she found herself in tears from the amount of chili you put into everything that wasn’t dessert.  

“How can you eat stuff like this?” Rainbow had said, having eaten a whole bowl of sour cream. “It’s so hot it burned my tongue off and now I can’t feel anything at all.”

This way you had discovered that Rainbow didn’t like peppery foods. You had to adjust your eating preferences a bit to make your food palatable for Rainbow and not force her to make her own meals. The problem wasn’t that the dishes were bad – in fact, they were incredibly delicious and always left you wanting more – but lay in the simple issue that you didn’t like seeing Rainbow doing things that you would rather do for her. You wanted to be her cook, not the other way around. Once you dropped the hotness of your dishes Rainbow stopped trying to interfere in the kitchen and started enjoying your cuisine, finishing your dinner with a smile that warmed your heart instead of going to the fridge for another bottle of cold drink.  

When you finished preparing soup you opened the cupboard above and took two white bowls. As you were ready to close the panel you heard a light flapping behind you followed by a dull clop. You smiled. Rainbow was here. Good.  

You turned around and felt heaviness turning into tightness in your underwear.  

Rainbow was smiling, innocent, her eyes longing. Warm.  

She had put a white sleeveless shirt that ended above the little concavity that was her navel and extremely short and tight black shorts which ended at the middle of her thighs and made them look fuller, thicker, than they really were. The shorts’ front was open. Two slides of fabric fell left and right and revealed the almost transparent whiteness of her panties.  

You put the bowls on the table, then smiled, the tightness in your groin turning into steel.

“Before or after dinner?”

“Before,” Rainbow said. “Can you go from behind? It feels so, so, so great.”

“Okay,” you said, your head tilted, your eyes admiring Rainbow and her presence.

She looked like an angel under the sunset light, with rivulets of gold dancing from the red streak of her mane at the top of her head to the purple and indigo ones flowing over her shoulders, and with the sun sparkling in the magenta rings and black pools of her eyes. Her smile, calm, loving, serene, was the final perfect touch to her transcendent nature.  

She stood with both her forelegs propped against the table. When you let the last word out, however, her right hoof went to her thigh, then crawled upwards till it reached her cute dimple of a navel. Her lovely blue hoof circled around the navel a few times, then dropped down into the space between the open fly and below, although inside the shorts it didn’t yet go.  

Between Rainbow’s legs you saw a pillar of blue moving lightly, moving slow, creating shuffling noises as the fabric shifted from its motion. The shorts around Rainbow’s thighs moved upwards and tightened around her legs, then loosened up and returned to their original place and state only to be lifted again the next stroke.  

As her pelvis started to move back and forth like a pendulum Rainbow closed her eyes and let her head bob to the motion of her body. By her relaxed and happy face, by her fluid and spontaneous movements, by her spontaneous hums and moans, you knew that Rainbow was enjoying herself fully, totally present in the body and not with her mind somewhere else. Every time you looked at Rainbow masturbating you were mesmerized by the real and natural expression of her delight. 

Rainbow’s hoof returned back to her navel. You looked at the black fabric it revealed, and an incredible rush of electric pleasure flooded your brain.

The folds of the black textile looked darker than usual between her legs, and as Rainbow moved sparks of light twinkled on its wetness. Through the open fly you saw Rainbow’s wet panties clinging to her body and allowing you the sight of the pink tip of her hood through their fabric that had turned totally transparent because of her copious dew.

Aroused, you wanted to stick your face between Rainbow’s legs and caress her twilight valley with the tip of your nose followed by the tip of your tongue. You imagined the smell there will be gorgeous and the heat so strong it would penetrate your face and head.  

Rainbow returned her hoof over her flower. This time she went inside her shorts. Her groin bulged from her hoof and her shorts got tighter around her thighs. Instead of pushing her hoof further down, Rainbow moved it around in barely noticeable circles, her body responding by doing the familiar undulating swings.  

After a while Rainbow removed her hoof from her shorts, its tip wet and shiny. The white triangle that was visible through the unzipped and unbuttoned shorts was all gray, transparent, from the abundance of her juice. Just the mental image of her red lotus in full bloom and saturated with her thick fluid, hidden in veils of white and blue, drove you to the joyful edge.  

Taking a break from self pleasure, Rainbow opened her eyes. Their golden sheen, their joyful and warm look, melted your heart down into tingling bliss. You wanted to hug her lightly and forever then proceed down her body slowly and with utmost care, kissing every nook and cranny on the way, and place your lips against her lower mouth and kiss it as if you were kissing the delicate petals of a jungle flame.

“I’m ready,” Rainbow said and placed both her forelegs on her waist, at the waistband of her shorts.  

She pushed her shorts and panties down till the middle of thighs then put put her hooves on the table and, stretching, pushed her pelvis back. For one moment the beak of her pink-red hood was visible; the next moment it was gone, replaced by her hanging shirt.  

Aroused to the highest degree, you went behind Rainbow, you right hand trailing on the edge of the table, climbing up Rainbow’s right foreleg. Your left hand sneaked to her chest then plunged down and on her exposed navel finally found rest. For a while you shuffled your right hand over Rainbow’s smooth white shirt and made circles across her belly and chest. Several times you dipped your hand down south, teasing, stopping an inch away from her smouldering beauty, then returned back up, closer to the tender beat of her heart. Having set Rainbow aflame, your right hand went down the right side of her body and laid softly on the curve of her right thigh, obscuring the cloud of her mark.

Moving to the main dish, you looked at the sight revealed to you. You saw her pink and red flower swollen from love and covered in liquid honey in an up-turned triangle of blue, her inner lips parting and revealing the oval gateway into her secret inner space. Her hood, pink and glistening, pointed downwards at her panties, all soaked, damp, from her lovely sweat. A drop formed at the end of her hood and gravity pushed it down. The drop refused to fall, dangling on a thin viscous strand that sparkled with the gold of the sunset Sun.

The sight of that adamantine bead broke you down at last. You decided to forego caressing her flower with the tips of your fingers and to apply your tongue to its humid petals instead. It was the only time you didn’t warn Rainbow about your intent. You knew that her enjoyment from your soft licks and delicate kisses would be immense.

Without wasting time you fell onto your knees, your left hand moving from Rainbow’s navel to her waist, your right hand still. As you moved your head closer to her thighs, the heat from between gently caressed the skin of your face like the tender touch of someone dear to your heart.

As your face neared Rainbow’s ripe flower Rainbow’s sweet smelling inebriating musk became the dominant scent. It made the air thicker, giving it a dense texture akin to morning fog or swirls of incense. It made your lust bigger. Desire burned stronger, becoming a column of fire at the bottom of your spine, with every single whiff of Rainbow’s potent brew.

After the smell came the heat. A few inches away from her lotus your nose was engulfed by a throbbing humid heat which reminded you of the most intimate caresses shared with Rainbow at night with your face deeply buried in the soft fluff of her chest. Another inch further between her legs and your face was covered in Rainbow’s pleasant sultriness from chin to forehead.

The sight of the pink petals glistening with virginal sap and the smell of her musk, so thick and strong and dense it seemed to get inside your skin and into your skull, subdued the remaining activities of your mind. The next moment you opened your mouth and stretched forth your tongue toward the bliss bestowing wine.  

You were surprised by the ease with which your tongue glided between the inner petals till it found rest in Rainbow’s overflowing well, its buds exploding from the oyster like taste of her bloom: salty, coppery, and sweet. Your whole body was electrified to the extreme as you rested your tongue in the deepest point of Rainbow’s valley, enjoying the heat of her nethers against its skin while her vestibule and the two petals around pulsated with a barely perceptible beat. Rainbow’s sap was the most exquisite thing: more solid than saliva but not as thick as sperm, its pleasant sweet taste added an exciting texture to the sea and copper like shades of her shell.

You moved the tip of your tongue downwards from the valley to the ruby, first giving a gentle lick across, then moving your tongue in circles around its base, feeling the elevation that was the hood and the meaty parts that were the outer petals. From time to time you dipped back into the smoothness of her centre, your tongue sliding smoothly thanks to Rainbow’s boundless ocean of bliss.  Compared to the smooth softness of her petals, Rainbow’s stamen was rubbery and firm. To deepen Rainbow’s joy you decreased your speed and force when passing the tip of your tongue over her meteorite of fiery pleasure.

Your left hand resting on Rainbow’s waist shifted as Rainbow started to move, unable to hold still from the onslaught of delight delivered by your soft and loving tongue.

“Whatever you’re doing, don’t stop,” Rainbow said in a husky voice. “It’s better than everything I’ve felt before.”

Satisfied and desiring to give more, you left her downward pointing land of love, inhaled, then blew warm air on her lotus through your nose, beginning in her perineum and ending at her peak.  

Rainbow hummed in response.  

Continuing, you opened your mouth and slowly, delicately, blew onto her exposed land of desire, trying to cool off her fiery, solar heat.

Rainbow’s reactions was immediate. Intense.  

Before you even finished her body suddered and trembled. The next moment Rainbow fell onto her knees and jumped up and down as waves of orgasm rippled through her body, contracting and expanding her for several long minutes. Your hands, meanwhile, went up and down her sides, following her orgiastic rhythm, rustling her white shirt.  

When her climax subsided Rainbow ceased moving and rolled her head forwards between her outstretched forelegs still gripping the table’s edge. Sitting still, she looked like a puppet after a show, all strings cut off, the master gone.

Enjoying the absolute stillness and freshness of the afterglow, smelling Rainbow’s pleasant musk lingering in the air, you shifted your hands away from her sides and onto her navel, your little fingers feeling the throbbing heat emanating from her wheel of great delight.

You didn’t stay like this for long. Rainbow turned around and looked at you with amazed and glowing eyes.  

“You went down on me, right?” She asked happily.  

You smiled. “Maybe.”

Rainbow’s smiled back, then lunged forward and kissed you, the orange and yellow tips of her mane tickling your forehead. She moved her long equine tongue around your mouth, gathering the remnants of her juice, replacing it with saliva instead.

“Yup. That’s me,” she said. “How good am I?”

“Sweet.”

“Really?”

You nodded, then kissed her back.  

“How good was my performance?” You asked.

“Amazing! Totally mind blowing! Better than Fluttershy!”

“How?”  

“Your tongue. It feels different.”

You opened your mouth and showed her your tongue.

Rainbow did the same in return. She placed her warm tongue on yours, tip to tip, removed it and smiled.

“See! Your tongue is sharp pointed while mine is round,” she said. “Ponies kinda go all over. They can’t hit as precisely as you. It’s just like with your hands”- she took your right hand and placed its palm against her right hoof - “They can go to specific places while our hooves just cover everything. I want to feel more of you. It’s so good.”

“And I can’t wait to drink more of you,” you said, smiling.  

“Really. Am I that sweet?” Rainbow said, standing up.

When Rainbow straightened herself up, her forelegs propped on your shoulders, you found your face right next to her triangle of love. The full ripe red blossom of arousal was gone, and your eyes were greeted by a shy cleft instead. The sap covering Rainbow’s groin and running down her legs, sparkling jewel like under under the sunset light, was the only sign left of bygone delight. The sight of the transparent honey alone sparked your thirst for its sweetness anew along with an intense longing to dive again into the beautiful place between her slender toned hindlegs.

“Let me say that the moment I tasted it, I went to Paradise and was reborn,” you said.  

Rainbow giggled, putting her panties and shorts back on. “If you say so.”

You looked up at Rainbow. Your heart skipped a beat. Even with her shorts wet from her arousal she looked fantastically beautiful, outright divine. Her beautiful eyes, ever present, shining bright, were the perfect epitome of her inborn natural innocence that enjoyed everything that was simple, wholesome, and non contrived.  

You stood up still enthralled by her dazzling beauty made more striking by the last rays of the Sun playing on her prismatic mane, shining like little stars on her coat, and shifting like liquid in her eyes.

“Ready for dinner?” You asked.

“Can’t wait. It smells really good,” Rainbow said, cracking a big smile.

A new obsession entered your relationships after that lovely incident and most intimate kiss. If Rainbow had liked your hands before – the way they moved across her body and enflamed centers of desire previously unknown to her – now she became attached to your tongue.  

Not a day went without you going down on Rainbow, putting your head between her thighs and feeling their warm soft fur graze against your cheeks; immersing your face into the furnace of her forge and inhaling the dense and humid scent of her aroused lotus, ripe and full and spilling juice down her legs and groin; threading lightly with your tongue every acre of her land of desire set amid hills of blue and savouring the oyster like taste of her mountains, her petals, and her well; and imbibing the wonderfully sweet nectar that trickled out of her spring as the result of your tender kisses and delicate caresses.  

Following the example set by your hands you took it slow, stretching time and driving Rainbow deeper into the ocean of bliss. By her different hums, the movements of her pelvis, and the volume of her wonderful juice you knew how close or distant Rainbow’s was from the orgiastic reflex; and you used this knowledge to gift her incredible releases, oceanic and immense. By the way she hugged you, strong and ardent, and the way she looked at you, joyful and content, you understood she appreciated your efforts one hundred percent. For just that smile, pure and innocent, so delicate almost angelic, you were ready to exhaust yourself in tenderness and finesse.  

At some point you felt the oyster like taste of Rainbow’s rose and the piscine scent of her musk on your tongue and in your nose from the first moments of waking to the last moments of lucidity before drifting into sleep. You weren’t afraid of it and didn’t try to suppress it by inhalants or drops. You were ensnared by the slender, plantain thighs of your beautiful mare and had absolutely no desire to be set free from her fragrant land of love. You found your joy – your liquid bliss bestowing joy – in the middle of Rainbow’s throbbing, expanding and contracting, secret heart.  

*****

Just reminiscing about the days when Rainbow’s nectar flowed daily into your being brings its sweet taste on your palate. Nowadays it’s a combination of three things – phallus, hands, and tongue – and it’s rare when the focus is on one approach only. Although the pleasure from a full embrace is the most intense for you both, you miss the time when your tongue was the main instrument for giving Rainbow matchless bliss.  

As you look into the kitchen, you remember that you have dinner to prepare.  

Slowly you proceed towards the kitchen, then look at the table on which the ingredients lay ready for you. The frying pan, unoiled, is already on the stove.

You go to the stove and are ready to turn the current on when soft thudding from the left disrupts your attention. A light shower rains on the long and thick leaves of the evergreen trees outside. The falling drops twinkle like stars under the rays of the late afternoon sun.  

Judging by the presence of the sun you guess that it was one of the quick rainfalls typical for the spot. Give it ten or twenty minutes and it will end.

The shower, though. It brings lovely memories to the fore. It was in the shower that you first submerged into her.
> Chapter 2, Part 4
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That wonderful day Rainbow returned way past the usual time. For some reason Rainbow didn’t disclose the Wonderbolts hadn’t liked the new trick that she proposed to add to their routine. As a consequence Rainbow spent all the afternoon honing the stunt that had not been accepted by her peers.

You discovered this long after sunset when Rainbow had finally returned home.

Since four in the afternoon, the usual time of her return, you felt an unpleasant tension in your stomach, a churning, twisting ball of dread. Rainbow always told you in the morning if she would have fun with her friends or not. Of course you took into consideration the unexpected, the chance meetings that always happen between friends, yet you still felt wrong, like some fundamental piece of your being was gone. You knew Rainbow had a life of her own and you weren’t afraid of solitude, but over the months since that fateful meeting every time Rainbow was away an intense longing gnawed at your chest, sometimes in the background, sometimes emerging to the front. You knew she would come to you, smiling, her eyes bright. Your heart, however, always demanded her presence as if she were its nourishing light.

Odd, you observed, how you went from not caring about everybody to pining for someone else.  

So you spent the evening in the contemplative mood, sitting in your balcony, looking at the sunset and the star dotted night sky above, swimming in that peculiar bittersweet feeling of emptiness born from the lack of someone dear and close. For you everything – the balustrade, the table, the sea, the stars in the body of deep blue – seemed suffused with that particular heart pulling gloom.

When you heard the clop of hooves your heart leaped out of your chest. Reinvigorated and light, you stood and pranced back into the house.

You found Rainbow in the living room, tired and worn out. Her legs were shaking from exhaustion. As she opened and closed her wings she grinned, brows furrowed, baring her perfectly white teeth.  

Alerted by your steps and shadow falling right in front of her, Rainbow looked up and smiled. Despite looking as if she’d been through fire, water, and copper pipes – her mane a crow’s next of bright colours glistening with the oily sheen of sweat, orange and yellow strands of her mane plastered to her equally sweaty forehead, and her uniform spoiled by dark patches on her chest and underneath her forelegs and hindlegs – her eyes sparkled with zest.  

Rainbow leaped on you, wrapping her forelegs over your neck and placing a kiss on your lips. Although her lips had the bitter tinge of sweat and your nose was immersed in the cloud of an acrid scent coming from an overworked and overheated mare, at that moment you didn’t care.  

You moved your hand down Rainbow’s forelegs and over her sticky cold patches of sweat on her sides till they rested on her waist. Even if some powerful but scorned ascetic were to freeze you and Rainbow together for an eternity and a little more, you wouldn’t mind the smell and sweat – you felt that good from seeing Rainbow’s warm eyes, from feeling her pleasant heat.

After Rainbow satisfied her thirst, her lips disengaged from yours and she stared at you, smiling, longing.  

“What took you so long?” You asked.

“Training.”

“New routine?”

Rainbow tilted her head to the side, one ear drooping, the other perking. “Kinda. I wanted to introduce a new trick but they didn’t like it. Said needed more grace. So I went on and repeated and repeated it till it felt graceful enough for me. Dunno what the Wonderbolts would say.”

“Do they like your tricks?”

Rainbow unwrapped her forelegs from your neck and fell back to her four hooves. “Rarely.”

You frowned. “Why?”

“Dunno. They always says it’s not fluid enough, graceful enough, interesting enough. Then I show them the new and improved trick and they say yeah it’s good but not we already have a repertoire so let’s wait awhile.”

“Then why do you keep doing them?”

“We have been doing the same stuff for years. Sooner or later they would have to give in. But enough of that. How about a shower?”

“I thought you didn’t like showers,” you said, moving aside, letting Rainbow through to the hallway.

“When you’re all sticky and smelling like onions, you have to put your dislikes aside,” Rainbow said. “You don’t have any idea how disgusting I feel. And I want you to give me a massage. Your hands are miles better than hooves.”

Despite being a typical rectangular stall surrounded by transparent glass, your shower was large enough to accommodate two persons. If you wanted to lie down and stretch your body you could do it without feeling unpleasant pressure and constraint. As a result, you had no problems being with Rainbow in the stall.  

Hot water tapping against your skin and streaming down your body took the last vestiges of tension away while the hazy vapours rising up from the floor created the illusion of being disconnected from the rest of the world, of being relaxed and protected in a pleasant warm cocoon. In this floating space, heated up and nicely wet, you felt that you were exchanging something with Rainbow through osmosis, as if the water had somehow thinned your boundaries and invisible energies passed between you and her.  It was a feeling you rather enjoyed because it brought you closer to Rainbow than anything before, turning you into a part of her body, part of her breath, part of her beat.

Enjoying the peaceful shower, you sat on the floor, legs stretched, your back against the tiled skyblue wall. Above your legs Rainbow stood, her head to the right, her rump to the left. Your hands shuffled up and down, right and left, her spine, your touch becoming as light as a feather around her neck and tail while putting the slightest pressure in between. When you got bored of shuffling your hands around you kneaded her back, your fingers like metal detectors finding a knot of tension and applying themselves to its release.  

The most tense points were around the wings and lower back. Her shoulders and wings done, you proceeded to her rump. Here your approach was subtler than kneading – you shuffled your hands around, creating heat that dissolved the aching stiffness. Around her tail you shifted your pressure to the tips of the fingers only, brushing them as light as summer breeze against her sensitive root.

Rainbow lifted her tail in response to your subtle and pleasant stimulation. You placed your fingers over her smooth dock and caressed it with your tips like the fairest wind in midsummer heat. Your right hand had meanwhile returned back to Rainbow’s wings which Rainbow had lifted to give you access to the delicate and sensitive softness underneath.  

“This is exactly what I wanted,” Rainbow said, setting her hindlegs wider apart.  

Like a snake blending with its surroundings Rainbow’s fishy but pleasant musk penetrated into the warm transparent haze of the shower stall. The moment you realized her sweet smell your groin turned heavy and your penis rubbery, becoming bigger, spreading over your pubes and finally getting hard, its tip throbbing with tingling electric pleasure.  

Tired of tickling Rainbow’s dock, you decide to move the fingers of your left hand up and down Rainbow’s right haunch, beginning as far away as possible from her inner thighs but diving deeper between her legs with every single shuffle. When your fingers felt the heat coming from her flaming lower mouth and stumbled onto warm wetness going down her thighs in little sticky streams, you moved your hand back outside and onto her buttocks.

Rainbow’s pelvis moved forward and backward in response to your loving touches while low hums escaped from her throat. By the look at her closed eyes and the smile on her face you knew she was enjoying deeply your light approach. Embracing you was one of the few activities in which Rainbow preferred to be slow.

The next time you plunged back between her hindlegs you shifted your fingers between one thigh and the other, going up in zigzagging jumps towards Rainbow’s other mouth that hungered for your kisses but leaping over the main attraction and landing on her dock instead. From that point, you moved your hand up Rainbow’s spine and stopped it right behind Rainbow’s uplifted ear, scratching carefully the grooves between her ear and head.  

Rainbow opened her eyes and, still smiling, looked at you.  

“You’re such a tease,” she said.  

Before you could respond she lunged forward and placed her lips over yours. Despite the sudden motion her touch was light and sent waves of pleasant and tingly shivers through your face. Her warm breath caressing your cheeks, her warm tongue trying to coil around yours, her hooves resting on your shoulders, and the smell of her essence in the air – it was perfect bliss for you.  

Kiss broken, Rainbow stood up and propped her forelegs against the wall behind you. First her toned chest and belly, sky blue, went past your eyes, but when Rainbow stopped moving they were greeted by her lovely flower, red and blooming, moistened by water and dew.

For a moment you did nothing but admire the perfection that was Rainbow’s lower mouth. Like a lone island jotting out of the sea Rainbow’s red lotus stood apart from the skyblue colour of her belly and thighs, its lonely ruby standing proud at the end of the flushed ridge overlooking the entrance into the wish bestowing well framed by two delicate pink petals. Tremendous heat radiated from between her legs, hotter than the already hot air in the shower booth. And the smell. So intense and overpowering it blotted out every other scent. Your nose could only feel Rainbow’s hidden, alluring, and enthralling musk; and the more you breathed it in, the more you wanted to plant your tongue against her other set of lips.  

Which you did.  

You stretched your tongue and placed it between the soft, velvety, and throbbing petals of her lotus, then moved it up toward the jewel on the ridge. A few times you reached the bottom of the ridge then returned back into the well hidden within layers of red and coated in Rainbow’s unbelievably sweet juice. In response to your teasing Rainbow’s pelvis moved back and forth, desiring to reach the melting pleasure of release. To keep Rainbow in touch with your tongue your head followed her motions while your hands, planted lightly on her flanks, shuffled over her marks.

After light teasing your tongue finally climbed Rainbow’s mountain, first going up the root of the hood then up the ridge, and pressed its tip against her hard and hot ruby. Rainbow’s let out a long gentle moan as result, encouraging you to carry on your gentle loving. So you continued, passing your tongue up her rubbery jewel, moving your tongue in circles around its root and giving quick licks to its hood. To keep the magic going you shifted your tongue down into the valley that was overflowing with Rainbow’s sweet fluid and lapped its sweetness from her petals and the spaces between.

If it were your will you would stay like this forever, your tongue to Rainbow’s secret heart, your forehead to her soft furry belly, your mouth full of her sap, your nose scorched by her potent musk.  

Rainbow, however, had other plans.

Once you felt her hooves on your shoulders, you stopped kissing and looked up at her shining eyes and smiling face. A long, thin, transparent trail formed between the lower point of her lotus, at the intersection of her inner petals, and your upper lip. It curved down and broke, leaving a long strand on your chin.

Rainbow sat on her knees, her smooth, silky, wet groin, fiery as a forge, pressing down your thunderbolt. The sultry wetness alone set you on the edge of orgasmic bliss. The gentle beat of her heart echoing through her petals didn’t make it any better for you.  

Rainbow looked at your with pleading eyes. “I’m ready. For the real thing.”

Feeling the ball of anxiety roll in your stomach, you put your hands on Rainbow’s shoulders. “You sure?”

Rainbow nodded. “Absolutely. We’ve done everything but the most important stuff.”

“I must warn you about one thing,” you said. “The first time may not be as pleasurable as what will follow. I haven’t been with a woman for a long time. I may come too early for you.”

“You won’t leave me hanging, eh?”

You smiled. “Of course not. I just wanted to warn you not to expect too much. The first pancake always comes wrong. It will become better when we’ll get a better feel for each other.”

“It’s like flying, then? You get better the more you train?”

You nodded. “Exactly, but with one caveat. It’s gets better the more you know and love your special someone. Let’s take it slow. Do you like how it feels?”

Rainbow shuffled her lotus up and down your thunderbolt, her face pensive yet content. The feeling of Rainbow velvety smooth, warm, pulsating veils gliding along your shaft melted your pelvis and sent waves of electric tingling up you spine. The pleasure was so strong that your pelvis started to move up and down on its own accord, so strong that you closed your eyes and threw your head back, your mind empty, of all thoughts void.

“It doesn’t feel bad,” Rainbow said, stopping her movement, her knob of pleasure against the back of your head. “I kinda like it this way.”

“Should we proceed?” You said in a thin voice, shifting your hands back to Rainbow’s flanks.  

You were blown by how amazing, how smooth, how wet, and how delicate and loving Rainbow’s lower mouth felt while it throbbed against your shaft and coated your head with sap. Most of all you were impressed by how hot it felt, like it were the mouth of the underwater mare from the local legends that would burn away the ocean and then the world with its flames and leave only ash behind at the current cycle’s end. Maybe it was similar to the mare’s mouth because the pleasurable hotness did burn away the knots of your mind, one after another, by the bliss it bestowed.  

“Yes,” Rainbow said, upbeat. “Let’s do it.”

However, the moment Rainbow moved up and the tip of your shaft slipped within the lower concavity of her shell and was wholly enveloped by Rainbow’s loving veils, time ceased to exist, your pelvis melted into throbbing euphoric tingling, and your whole body was washed by waves of hair lifting bliss. Your sense of self eradicated in total pleasure, your pelvis performed quick but gentle thrusting movements on its own which, as your shaft slid between Rainbow unbelievably warm and silky petals, only made the pleasure stronger, turning your mind and body into a vibrating field of joy.

You didn’t know for long how you kept going, personality obliterated, body free to move as it willed – minutes, hours, an eternity, perhaps? When all motion finally stopped you felt relaxed and free, like a heavy burden was lifted from your shoulders. Everything felt right in some deep way out of your mind’s analytic reach: the sound of the shower hitting you, Rainbow, and the floor; the warm and hazy air; the combined smell of Rainbow’s fishy musk and your semen’s chlorine scent; the warm pulsations of Rainbow’s lotus against your drained shaft; Rainbow’s furry thighs underneath your hands: all was perfect, all was pure.  

You opened your eyes and your heart skipped a beat at the sight of Rainbow’s beaming face. She looked so lovely, so happy, her irises like stars sparkling.  

As warmth spread through your chest you shifted your hands over Rainbow’s wings and brought her as close as possible to you. You wanted to do nothing but hug her lightly, tenderly, and softly, feel her heart beat against yours, to kiss her kindly on the cheek, and feel her breath wash over your soul.

When Rainbow placed her hooves on your chest you disentangled from her and surveyed again her beautiful starry eyes. You could get lost forever in them. If only you could jump into the loving blackness in the centre and dissolve in Rainbow’s innermost self.  

“You’re pretty fast,” Rainbow, giggling, said.  

You smiled. “I said I didn’t have any contact for a long time. How do you feel?”

“Good. It wasn’t as scary as I suspected, and I think I can handle it well,” Rainbow said. “And I like how warm it feels down there with your juice.”

“How about I clean you up. I left you behind. I need to repay.”

“No problem. Take your time. When you go really slow it’s just the best.”

Rainbow put her hands on the wall behind you and lifted herself up.  

Once again her lower mouth met your stare. This time, however,  Rainbow hidden valley was covered in snow. Your white essence coated her hood, with only her red drop emerging from the ocean of milk. It hung in thick strings across her inner petals and gathered in the bottom of her valley enclosing her spring. Some drops had landed on Rainbow’s mound and now looked like lonely clouds in the middle of a spotless sky against the backdrop of her coat.  

Your tongue returned back to Rainbow’s bloom, dipping into her well before moving up across her ruby and between her folds. Your semen was thicker than Rainbow's crystalline sap but Rainbow’s innate sweetness added some taste to your flavourless substance. Since Rainbow was still heated up, preparing for orgasm, her lotus produced in troves its bliss bestowing resin. Soon not a single globe of your mercurial liquid remained, replaced by Rainbow’s constant flow of liquid sulphur bubbling from her own personal hot spring. Your tongue once again glided like quicksilver over her rubbery mountain and smooth lips, its cool touch calming Rainbow’s infernal heat.  

To heighten Rainbow’ pleasure you moved your right hand under her tail and massaged her dock. The result followed quickly.  

Rainbow collapsed on her knees as the serpentine waves of the orgiastic reflex rocked her body, her forelegs wrapped around your neck and bringing you closer to her. How gracefully Rainbow moved, dissolved in bliss, her mane shuffling wild, shining droplets of water flying from its tips. As you looked at her movement – head and pelvis forwards then backwards – you wondered how reaching the peak simultaneously would feel. On the other hand, that way you wouldn’t be able to see Rainbow’s graceful release, going wild in the beginning and gradually into stillness disappearing.

Having returned to the ground, Rainbow opened her eyes, shining mad with joy, and kissed you. Her long tongue passed over your lips, collecting the leftovers of her honey like a bee collects pollen.  

Satisfied, Rainbow removed her warm wet mouth from yours.  

“You’re just the best,” Rainbow said, then hugged you as strongly as she could.  

That was the first time at the real embrace. Like every other first attempt it didn’t go quite as you or her expected, but unlike most first attempts it didn’t leave one party unfulfilled.  

The next day you embraced again but this time in your bedroom with you lying down and Rainbow on top. You had chosen this position to give Rainbow as much control as possible because the last thing you wanted to do was making such an amazing experience uncomfortable for her.  

After a slow and satisfying foreplay involving slow strokes and delicate kisses, Rainbow gave the signal to proceed.  

“I’m ready,” she said.  

Upon hearing these words you laid down while Rainbow positioned her lotus, looking an attractive shade of red amid the overall blue, over your thunderbolt. Like before she slid over it, going up and down, covering it in her essence.  

When the moment came you put your right hand over your shaft, the left one on Rainbow’s waist, and guided your tip to the bottom of Rainbow’s valley where the well, already overflowing with her concentrate, eagerly awaited for your friend.  

This time you managed to enter into the innermost cavern of her being. You didn’t last long inside.

As your shaft moved deeper into her velvety warm wetness, tight and throbbing, the strongest wave of electrical pleasure you’ve ever felt amassed in your pelvis, sending tingling serpentine emissaries up your spine. Your hips began their slow motion while you, bathed in a sea of tingly ecstasy, tried to keep your attention on your forehead to avoid a premature end.  

“This doesn’t feel bad at all,” Rainbow said, cheery, her lotus pressing against your pubes.

“Do you like it?” You asked.

You certainly did. It felt like being one with Rainbow at some level beyond words and hugs. You felt honoured that Rainbow trusted you enough to let you in the most secret space of her body reserved only for that special someone. Or somepony. And how good it felt…your shaft at home in the loving throbbing warmth of Rainbow’s secret heart, you at at peace within Rainbow’s gentle furry forelegs.  

“Yeah. Not too big and fits quite nice. I think I’m really going to like this,” Rainbow said, then let her pelvis move up and down in slow motions that she liked most.  

The thick, wet, and womb-like warm smoothness gliding like finest silk up and down your shaft was too much for you to handle. You opened your mouth to warn Rainbow that you’re about to melt but you crossed the point before even a single syllable could be spelt.

Shivers of the most exquisite electric pleasure washed your body like the lapping waves of the sea, their touch of pleasure obliterating your personality, your hips going up and down in elegant and harmonious swings as your semen virile spilled into the warm tight darkness of Rainbow’s inmost being and mingled with Rainbow’s thick copious sap that surrounded your shaft from all sides and felt like the world’s softest, most pleasant glove.  

The rapture you experienced, outside time, beyond mind, was one of the most exquisite and purest  states you had the chance throughout your existence to taste. Only one thing spoiled it for you: the inability to hug her, the source of your sublime joy, who saddled you like a horse, her back against your bent legs, her legs on both sides of your hips. If you only had Rainbow in your arms...

After reaching absolute stillness you laid for awhile, languid and warm, in the blissful emptiness of the afterglow, feeling light as a feather floating on the barely noticeable currents in the air.  

Then you opened you eyes, and a knot of love twisted in your chest.  

Rainbow looked so wonderful and lovely as the rays of the morning sun fell on her mane and face and created around her head an illusion of an unearthly white haze. Because of the fuzziness of your vision still adjusting to the world outside the colours of Rainbow’s mane seemed to blend in with her accidental glow, giving it the lightest iridescent touch.

The most you were attracted to her eyes: happy, open, and warm, sparkling with barely containable vitality, suffused with the shades of perfect sweetness.  

“Sorry,” you said, smiling.  

“No problem,” Rainbow, giggling, said. “Look at it from the bright side: you lasted longed than yesterday.”

“Progress is progress. Now it’s your turn.”  

Rainbow lifted herself from your groin and your shaft, already limp, fell of out her cave, leaving a white trail in its wake. Smiling, she fell back and lifted her legs, pressed together, up. Your shaft returned to life as you gazed on her valley with puffy pinkish blue hills protecting the delicious redness between and a trail of transparent fluid mixed with the whiteness of your seed dribbling from the dale’s southernmost spot.

Enthralled by the beauty of the sight, you shifted from laying on your spine to lying on your belly and placed your head between Rainbow’s flanks, your ears brushing against the soft hair that formed her coat, your warm cheeks against her warm inner thighs, your hands covering her cute marks. Feeling the solar heat of her nether region on your nose and chin, you pursed your lips and sent a soft stream of air across her vale, over her pinkish-blue hills, over her petals red as a jungle flame, and over her wish fulfilling gem overlooking it all in the north.

Moaning, Rainbow shifted around, her pelvis falling into the swinging motions heralding the advent of release. Content, you proceeded ahead. You placed the tip your nose over the bottom of her valley then moved it up, reached her pearl tickled its rubbery red shape, absorbing on the way Rainbow’s musk in its purest state. By the way Rainbow’s pelvis moved and by the hums that escaped from her throat you understood she was deeply enjoying your light loving play.  

When your nose returned back south into the hollow folded by veils of red you switched from nose to tongue and put your tongue’s tip right into Rainbow’s well, where the cinnabar of your commingled essence brewed, and moved it around the borders, tickling its upper wall the most. Delighted by your touch, Rainbow’s flower repaid your skill by ejecting copious streams of her sweet essence. However, Rainbow’s peak remained unattended – a mistake that your rectified a moment later by shifting your tongue from the heated well and bringing it onto her aroused and engorged hood.  

By moving your tongue up and down, left and right, and all around her rubbery red ruby you brought Rainbow to the peak. Instead of stopping you kept going as her pelvis waved up and down from the serpentine waves of supreme delight. Only when Rainbow’s pulse like motions subsided you removed you face from that lovely triangle of love, all shining, wet, awash in the liquid manifestation of her being and consciousness in bliss.  

A smile crept up your face and a pleasant tingle set your heart alight as you observed her, relaxed, satisfied, chest rising up and down in a languid way, with her mane spread around her head like the tentacles of a prismatic squid, shining and shimmering under the soft light of the approaching day. Without thinking you did what your heart desired – laid next to her and took her into your loving arms.  

That was it.  

The next morning you tried again. That time Rainbow finally came.   

Having thought about what went wrong on the previous occasions, you decided to unite with Rainbow in the half-lotus posture that morning. From your previous experiences you knew that this particular pose allowed to stretch the embrace for times much longer than usual. That would allow Rainbow to enjoy herself and experience the joy of union without you prematurely spoiling the fun.  

After a drawn out foreplay that began at the blue hour and ended when the sky turned azure, featuring your tricky hands that sent Rainbow’s blossom abloom and your wonderful tongue that was like butter to her craving blaze, you sat in the half lotus and stood still as Rainbow crept over your legs and positioned herself before you with her forelegs wrapped around your neck. Using your right hand, you fixed your bolt over the center of her inflamed blossom, then put the hand back on Rainbow’s right flank and allowed her to slide down your length.

The entry into Rainbow’s warm and wet and pulsating darkness hugging you tightly from all sides set you again on the edge of surrender, but as you calmed your mind and shifted your attention to Rainbow’s beautiful eyes the tremendous waves of pleasure around your groin dissipated a little. Once again you were bathed in the feeling of peacefulness, of having returned home, of being welcome in the heart of another soul. Most of all you liked the feeling of ineffable unity with Rainbow, you deep inside her and she all outside, that was further heightened by the fact she was right in front, heart to heart, eye to eye.  

Rainbow started the rhythm. When she set the groove by slow swings of her pelvis you joined in, your hips coming forward when Rainbow’s pelvis went down and going back when it went up. The slowness of the motions made you tingle all over and sent shivers throughout your limbs.  

The fact you could hold Rainbow within your arms, place your nose in the corner between her left shoulder and neck, smell her natural odor, feel her pulsating heat, and pepper her with kisses as soft as a feather, made the embrace exquisite. Just like the fact that you could caress all of her back and her flanks and scratch behind her ears without any impediment or excessive strain. Or get immersed in her warm loving eyes, graceful and tender, free from her armor of brashness and bravado in moments of a close hug. Even such detail as the streams of her sultry liquid grace flowing down both sides of your shaft and trickling down your testicles felt appropriate, perfect. Right. You liked holding Rainbow like this, snuggled within the warmth of your body and pressed against the radiance of your heart which melted from love at her slightest giggle and her slightest look and her slightest grin.  

As the action went on Rainbow picked up the pace, then closed her eyes and placed her head on your right shoulder. Witnessing the change, feeling the increase of speed, you grinned.  

Rainbow was getting close.

You didn’t have to wait for long.

The generation of her thick ambrosial flow increased between her warm sleek legs, turning her movements slick and fluid. Simply great. Rainbow’s lower mouth seemed to suck your shaft further in, pulling you inside then closing its full wet lips around the root of your bolt, bringing you deeper and deeper into Rainbow’s core, as close as possible to the source of that loving pulse that throbbed all around your being. The tug and the clamp of her binding mouth around your thunderbolt evoked a similar response from you. By slow and deep trusts you fulfilled your desire of getting as far as possible into Rainbow’s inner abode.

You knew it began to happen when Rainbow hugged you tight, almost leaving you breathless, and her motions sped up.

A couple of bounces and she was gone, her body waving serpentine, moans of joy escaping from her open mouth. With Rainbow bouncing up and down, her chest and belly shuffling against yours, her forelegs and hindlegs holding you like the tightest vice in the world, and her binding mouth contracting rhythmically against your shaft, grasping tightly your thunderbolt then releasing it only to hug it again seconds later with its warm throbbing and loving walls, you didn’t last until the end of Rainbow’s surrender.  

The tense electric sphere of joy spread through the whole of your pelvis and your thrusting movements escaped your volition, picking up a quick but elegant motion on their own accord, and the next moment the ball of joy exploded and you surrendered yourself to the thunderbolt of pleasure. For a few seconds, as tingling hair rising joy rushed up to your head and the extremities of your body, drilling every cell of your skin with bliss as intense and powerful as a lightning stroke, the bed disappeared from beneath you and you were falling or flying into a light blue infinity. When the wave of pleasure hit your head you stopped existing at all. A peculiar sensation of being fused with Rainbow was the only conscious experience you felt: the heat of your bodies felt one, the bliss of orgasm felt shared as if you and Rainbow were a one singular pocket of bliss, your shaft and her lotus felt fused together, so united you couldn’t tell at which point your thunderbolt ended and her lotus began. Even the pulsations of your hearts seemed to be one single but deep throb.

As your body surrendered to the involuntary movements of pleasure you were absolutely free, finally at peace. For the first time in your life the unique and unshakable sensation of existential solitude, of being a lone journeyman through lands foreign and unknown with no destination to reach, fell off like a worn out snare or a dried up knot. For the first time, you were not alone.

When the movements subsided – Rainbow’s earlier than yours – you felt relaxed and incredibly light, like a deflated balloon bereft of air. A point of joy radiated from your chest and a smile bubbled on your face as you enjoyed Rainbow’s fuzzy warmth against your torso and limbs. And as long as you held her the feeling of eroded borders between you and her persisted along with a determinate feeling that everything is right under the sun, not a stone out of place, not a beat out of order.

Inevitably, the moment came when you had to disengage. Rainbow did it first by moving her soft head away from your shoulder and her forelegs away from your spine.

You opened your eyes and looked at her glowing smiling face, her eyes shining with intense joy that reminded you of the time she told you about how she got accepted into the Wonderbolts. The morning Sun once again covered her prismatic mane with the already familiar white halo with tinges of iridescence closer to the her hair. This time it seemed stronger: less ethereal, more solid. But yesterday the embrace hadn’t lasted as long as today and the orgasm hadn’t been as mind melting. Of course your perception would be fuzzier as a result.  

Rainbow still looked lovely with her warm eyes and amazingly sweet with her smile. You would give everything to hold her like this forever and ever, forever lost in her magenta eyes that could never her love hide.

A yellow strand of hair fell over her right eye. Carefully, with the gentleness of a petal, you moved it to the side, then kissed her lightly on her forehead, your nose absorbing the natural scent of her body and the ever present smell of ozone in her hair.

“How was it?” you asked.

Instead of answering Rainbow giggled and hugged you back, the push of her force bringing you down onto the bed.  

“Best thing ever!” she said. “You’re the best!”

Your heart throbbed with warmth upon hearing Rainbow’s confession. For that beautiful smile of hers and that soft look you were ready to give her your all.  

“Should I clean you up?” You asked.  

“Not this time,” Rainbow said. “I like how warm it feels inside and outside.”

“You won’t be so happy when it’ll get cold and crusty.”

Rainbow winked then removed her right hoof from behind your spine and put it between you and her. Although you were spent, when her soft hoof rubbed against your sleeping bolt a wave of shivers ran through your body and your bolt stirred back into sentience from languid sleep. While her hoof rolled between her legs Rainbow looked at you with a daredevil smile whose meaning you understood when she brought her foreleg back, wet from her transparent honey and your pearly white juice.  

“I could’ve done that with my tongue,” you said.  

Rainbow cocked her head. “I know, but let me have a taste.”

And so you watched, enthralled, as Rainbow licked her hoof clean, enjoying the liquid cinnabar created from your cool white mercury and her heated sulphur, transparent in appearance but fiery red in essence.

Her hoof made spotless, its damp surface glistening gold, Rainbow darted forward and kissed you. As your tongue explored her lips, you could taste the remnants of her sweetness and your blandness left on them. Even the slight taste of this concentrate turned you kiss fiercer, hungrier, wanting more.  

Rainbow broke the kiss and looked at you with such warmth that you simply melted under her stare.

“Now I know why you’re so eager to make me clean,” she, smiling, said.

From that day on, your love life with Rainbow acquired a new intensity of passion as well as new depth. It featured kind kisses coupled with gentle caresses that ended in slow and swinging motions delivering the highest bliss for both, leaving you fulfilled and satiated, the fire still burning like an ember but ready to blaze up into a pyre when opportunity arouse. Every touch, every kiss, every union retained that touch of slow sensuality and simple love which made both soar in the end and return back to Earth within each other’s embrace, sharing a closeness most intimate and transcendent.

The usual place of joining was your bed and the usual times either mornings or sunsets. There was nothing as perfect as surrendering to Rainbow in the glow of the rising sun that covered her tail, mane, and coat with a bejeweled net of myriad diamonds sparkling white and gold; or in the fiery evening kiss of red and orange hues that made Rainbow look like the messenger of night, her blue body all stars and constellations encompassing. Both these transitory moments highlighted Rainbow aerial and angelic nature that sent you aflame with love for your messenger who bestowed blissful wisdom with her mouth of kissing and her mouth of union.  

If the desire to unite crept at other times and other places, it didn’t present any issue. You proceeded to fulfill your desire right where you found yourself in. In fact, these moments of spontaneous inspiration moved by the unpredictable flow of love granted you the most blissful experiences and the sweetest memories.
> Chapter 2, Part 5
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As you look at the kitchen table you remember another time you had surrendered to Rainbow.

That time, too, she wore clothes – a white hoodie that hung loose on her and a pair of short plain black shorts ending at the middle of her thighs and with a white rim on their hems – but she relinquished self-pleasure and went straight for you. You sent her lotus blooming with your finger both through the silky smooth fabric of her shorts and without, then worshiped it with your tongue, and finally offered the essence of your thunderbolt. You began from behind, Rainbow bent back, her forelegs placed on the table, her liquid forming long filaments that burst and fell onto the wet fabric of her shorts, then turned her around and lifted her onto the table, her hindlegs spread, shorts discarded, and paid quick homage to her lotus with your tongue and resumed the pleasant and slow movement of union till she surrendered and you followed. Her smile was worth the pleasurable trouble alone. The way she hugged you afterwards, warm but tight, as if trying to return to the non-duality of the unexcelled state of union, melted your heart away. For about an hour you stayed there hugging, Rainbow sitting on the table, you between her hindlegs.  

Another such moment happened in the living room, by the coach and chair, on the rare occasion when you were watching television. To shut off the box you asked where the remote was. Rainbow found it resting on the only chair in the room. Something caught your attention in the way she stood, forelegs on the coach, hindlegs apart, her tail lifted.  

“Here is the remote,” Rainbow said and turned back to look at you.  

She caught your longing stare devouring the curves of her body and the puffy triangle between her thighs, and her eyes lit with the same flame. A nod of her head and you were good to go. Long you stayed between her plantain like thighs and didn’t proceed to union until your jaws cramped, your tongue never getting bored with exploring the manifold folds and wonders of her valley flooded by her juice. The sweet and slow moving motions lasted long and like the other time you switched positions to bring yourself closer to Rainbow, beginning from behind and ending in half lotus, Rainbow wrapped in your arms. Since the embrace lasted long so did the surrender, you first, Rainbow second, telescoped into the ether by your spontaneous moves. When you returned back to the ground you hugged and planted myriads of kisses on Rainbow’s face – such was the joy of holding her within your arms and feeling her warm breath carry unspoken truth into your ear and her heart beat in tact with yours.  

Another memory that comes to your mind is about the time you united on the balcony at midnight on full-moon. Rainbow was propped against the balustrade with her back to you. There was something in the way she looked that caught your eye and set you aflame – maybe the way her mane flowed in the wind, the way her eyes stared with wonder at the night sky above, maybe the serene smile on her face, maybe the way she lifted her tail and spread her hindlegs, bringing her place of love to the fore.

Whatever it was, it set you in the mood. As a sign that she wasn’t averse to your caresses, Rainbow lifted her tail higher and gave you the sight of her lotus. Like the other times, before proceeding to union you drank heavily from her spring, gorging yourself on her rejuvenating honey whose quantity depended on the softness of your touch. Rainbow electrified and properly prepared, you proceeded to join and merge with her triangle of bliss, bending down over her, your arms around her chest. Just like the previous times, after the beginning posture you switched to one that allowed total contact with her belly, chest, and beautiful eyes – you couldn’t surrender without looking straight into Rainbow’s loving eyes in a position that put her in equal status, neither underneath you nor above.  

It was one of the few times when you both surrendered to pleasure together. While your bodies waved and slithered under the control of absolute pleasure, your hips swinging in perfect rhythm, you hugged Rainbow as tightly and softly as you could till all sense of separateness was banished. Extinct. When you opened you eyes and saw Rainbow against the backdrop of a starry sky, due to fuzzy vision you couldn’t discern for a few moments where the sky ended and Rainbow began. You were quite sure, despite all the logical deductions of your mind, that Rainbow was covered in tiny white sparks that reminded you of stars, stars that weren’t immobile but moved across her blue coat and between the strands of her hair. Whatever it was – defect of perception or hallucination born of exhaustion – it made Rainbow look beautiful, divine, with the perfect addition being her sweet glowing smile.  

And so it went. Every room in your home witnessed your binding. Every wall was touched by Rainbow’s hooves as you initiated the union before switching to other, better postures. For awhile you could feel the Rainbow’s musk of love, fishy, pleasant, everywhere within your home, ranging from a barely noticeable whiff to a definite presence; and it immediately sent your senses alert and your heart ablaze, stirring memories of unions past or expectations of joys to come. Rainbow was willing to engage with you, too. Most of the time she initiated contact first and you, sent swooning by the single touch of her soft hooves or even softer lips, followed, eager to satisfy and surrender to her.  

Even the beach pleasant memories evokes. The times you’ve united with Rainbow outside home were rare, but their impact and force was immense.

You’ll never forget the way Rainbow teased you with her pink Hawaiian shorts patterned with yellow flowers while laying in her white beach chair left to yours, her legs apart, her hoof between. You watched with hungry eyes the damp spot emerging from between her legs, shimmering gold under a cloudless sky. When Rainbow shifted her hoof to her navel and lifted her shorts, giving you a peek into the humid darkness beneath, her ridge swollen and red, her mound and thighs covered in juice, you lost control. 

You stood up, went before her, and sat on your knees. You pressed your face against the wet fabric of her shorts and inhaled the thick scent of an aroused mare. You then moved your nose across her groin, its tip wet from Rainbow’s copious fluid, feeling the softness of her lips and the hardness of her gem, savouring her thick and heady but pleasant smell.

When Rainbow placed a hoof on your shoulders you removed your face from her crotch and let her take the shorts off. For awhile you cleaned her valley with your tongue. So engrossed you were by Rainbow’s twists and moans that you proceeded to the embrace only when Rainbow’s swings became too fast and her breathing deep. You began in missionary, your hands around Rainbow’s head, her forelegs wrapping your neck, her hindlegs around your waist, but shifted back to the standard half lotus when excitement substantially increased. The feeling of dissolution in the end topped all the previous trials, you becoming Rainbow and Rainbow the sky. By the end of it, hugging and caressing Rainbow, your mind blasted away by bliss, you weren’t quite sure if there really was the difference between Rainbow and the clear blue sky above.

The seaside experience that jolted you the most happened on pure accident. You and Rainbow laid on a red and white towel, you facing her legs, she looking at yours. That time Rainbow decided to wear a simple pair of white panties, so you knew something was coming but had no idea how soon.

To rouse her body from long rest Rainbow stretched across the towel, curving her back and extending far and wide her forelegs and hindlegs. One exercise involved laying down on her spine, pressing her hindlegs together, and bringing them up, close to her chest.

As you looked at Rainbow lifting her legs up, you eyes fell on the oval puffiness between that looked like a soft white egg in the middle of her thighs. Your thunderbolt reacted accordingly at lightning speed. Rainbow didn’t fail to notice your passion, but instead of teasing you by caressing her lotus through her panties she moved them aside by shifting the fabric left.  

It was the only time you’ve caught her lotus blooming. Her outer hills flushed pink and swelled while her petals turned red, engorged, and emerged from between the nest of blue, turning her ravine into a valley. In the north her ruby, as red and swollen as its hood, came into view. Her essence sprung first from the bottom of her valley, trickled from her well, accumulated in the dimple at the southernmost point where her petals met, and overflowed further down onto her perineum and lands beyond. A glance back up and you saw that the petals and hood which had looked dry a moment ago were coated in an oily but transparent fluid, slick, reflecting gold.

The sight was so mesmerizing that you immediately plunged your tongue into the juicy plumpness. You deeply enjoyed the thickness of her juicy hills and petals and the way they throbbed against the tip of your tongue. With your nose against her hood your savoured the abundant sap that had made a lake out of her valley. It was a totally novel experience because you’ve never satisfied Rainbow like this before, with her hindlegs squeezed together and lifted in the air.

Curiosity satiated, you proceeded to the embrace. You started in a modified missionary with Rainbow’s legs pressed against your chest, then proceeded to the usual missionary when Rainbow parted her legs and wrapped them around your waist, and ended it all in half lotus, Rainbow coming first, you second. As you surrendered to your release everything disappeared and turned into the azure sky and you found yourself falling or floating through a boundless throbbing void of blue. A moment later even that vanished because there was no one who could fall, you forever gone and totally extinct. Only a boundless expanse of light blue remained, vibrant and tremendously charged. When you returned back to Earth and opened you eyes, you had the distinct feeling that Rainbow was that immense space and that the sky was a part of her, not the reverse. What hit you the most was the genuine thought that you always were a part of her, too, but somehow forgot your origin because of wrong focus. The realization was both wonderful and strange, but about its implications you didn’t care because Rainbow was in front of you, smiling, glowing, for hugs longing.

Everything, every tree and animal, every little stone, witnessed your pleasure, your loving kisses and soft caresses in your personal neighborhood. That wasn’t an issue for you. Even if some disoriented tourist were to strand to this part of town and find you conjunct with Rainbow on the beach, you wouldn’t care a bit. As long as Rainbow was happy with you, it didn’t matter where and when you decided to wrap each other in the most intimate embrace.

For you personally the best part of the union was making sure Rainbow was thoroughly satisfied. Her moans were your joy. The best sign of success were her eyes, shining with love and delight, and her wide open smile at the union’s end. At moments like these Rainbow looked the happiest, and the sight of her joyful state was the perfect gift for your heart. Then there were the hugs that followed, unusually strong but signifying how much you meant to her, how much she wanted you, and how much she treasured your presence and your touch. For these moments alone, when Rainbow was the most open, natural, and sensitive, you could forget the annoying perks of her braggadocios self. You had always suspected that Rainbow hid a very affectionate and cuddly essence behind her tough shell. The moments of union forever confirmed your guess. And you were willing to do everything to protect and nurture and keep warm that beautiful core expressed through her soft smile that said it all without uttering a word.

The fire was really crazy for awhile. Not a day went without you burning out entirely into the peace of release, usually one time, on occasions two. That period was absolute bliss, with you and Rainbow either lost in the highest joy of union or staying fixed in the prolonged and more subtle embrace of the afterglow.  

Like happens to all pairs, the fire lost a bit of its force with the passage of time. Yet, unlike other pairs, it didn’t turn cold. Every second day you again rekindled the flame and surrendered both to the liberating bliss it brought. Your record without the pleasure of union was three days. Unable to hold it any longer, you united on the fourth. However, this new pattern of surrender didn’t feel like a step down from the previous phase of never ending binding but seemed to be a progress into a deeper kind of bond.  

Despite not being extremely lustful any more, your embraces were actually subtler, softer, than before, each session exceeding the previous one in terms of tenderness and love.  This blend of slowness, tenderness, and fondness increased the blissful height of union, bringing deeper joys and most sublime understandings. You felt as the first raptures had been mere sparks, quick flickers of light, but what happened right now were long burning matches, lasting longer, burning brighter.

And the afterglow…

It seemed to last forever and not that different from the highest point of joining, just without the firework of electric bliss. It was a deep felt, ever present, and unshakeable peace along with the occasional weird feeling of everything being inside and connected with everything else in a fractal kind of way.  

These moments left you trembling. Swooning. To somehow record the event and later ponder over it you took up the craft of poetry. The poems, alas, didn’t reveal anything intelligible. They were beautiful but your mind couldn’t make head or tails about what it all meant.  

“It’s just what love feels like,” Rainbow said in her straightforward manner. “Ask my parents the next time you’re in Equestria.”

As someone who had been disconnected from the world of love for a pretty long time, you decided to take Rainbow’s answer for truth.

*****

Right now you feel the call, the unexplained and inexorable pull toward her, her magenta eyes and rainbow mane, her light blue body that looks and felt exactly as the boundless sky above.  

You look outside.

The rain has ended, leaving your window covered in a chiliocosm of beads, each one reflecting the yellow light of the setting sun and looking like they sheltered a miniature solar system within. Outside the window the same myriads of orbs of gold rest on leaves, thin and wide, large and small, that constituted the forest around your home, transforming it into a bejeweled paradise of emerald green. You can look at it forever, wondering how every drop seems to reflect the sun in almost the same way like there is essentially no difference between them despite all of them resting in a different place.  

You hear a door opening then closing. A voice most welcome breaks your rest.

“Are you going or what?” Rainbow asks in an upbeat tone. “I’ve finished drying myself and am ready to go.”

You turn around and saw Rainbow hovering midair, smiling and already wearing the rainbow swimwear.  

You smile in return. “I’ll be there soon.”

“How soon is soon?” Rainbow asks.

“I’m already on my way.”

“Okay. I’m gone, then. Don’t keep me waiting, or I’ll have to do it all by myself.”

Your smile widens. “You look so beautiful when you’re at it that I’ll rather hide and watch you from some bush.”

“I know it’s good, but not as good when it’s you doing it. Not even close. Be there soon. Please?”

After the last word leaves her mouth she flies off, leaving a rainbow trail in her wake. 

You watch the rainbow dissipate into the air, then turn back to the table and take a look at the ingredients you prepared for the evening meal: meat, fish, rice, a glass of wine (for the taste), and a mixture of grounded white pepper mixed with grounded red chili. You look at the pan that you placed on the stove, black on the inside, enameled red on the outside, triangular in form. You had hoped to prepare dinner before the union but somehow time had slipped through your hands. Remembering the past felt great, exciting, but it swallowed your whole day. To compensate, it was time to create new memory. Dinner could wait.  

Happy and expectant you bounce to the door, open it, and go outside. Door closed, you look at the forest around, shining from million drops of water reflecting the last of sunlight. The hot air is heavy, humid. You expect on the beach it will be fresher due to the sea and wind.

To the right you spot a narrow path leading through thick shrubs and tall trees. Rays of light fall like swords through the cracks between the leaves, dust motes swirling in their brilliance, now sparkling, now extinct.  

As you proceed onto the road that will lead to your personal angel waiting on the shore, your mind once again looks back to the past, to the pleasant memory of a quiet night.  

*****

“The idea is pretty simple, really. You have to be alert, go slow, and wait till these five thingamajigs – elements, veils, winds, fields, wheels, whatever – which are nothing but mind stuff – stop working,” Rainbow explained to you in a feverish tone. “Then, the magical thing happens.”

“Twilight said so?” You, dubious, asked.

“Of course! Who else would know stuff?!”

“And what is necessary?”

“Patience, concentration, preferably the one that happens when you look at your thoughts to make them go down, and the special view. The result is always mind blowing.”

“You said it’s for old people who have trouble getting it up, let alone reaching climax. Isn’t it called the reversal of the fire of time or something like that? I think we we’re good on that front.”

Rainbow, flying right to you, shrugged. “Dunno why it’s called like that and why it’s advised for really old folk. Twilight tried it and she says it’s fine. She did it solo, though. The magic is recommended for two.”

“Why did Twilight try it? She doesn’t look old at all.”

“Well, Twilight was at that age and in Canterlot and alone and she liked to read books and kinda stumbled on some book in the library that had a lot of this stuff. If she had some nice friend, like me, she wouldn’t have needed the book,” Rainbow said. “So, should we try it or not?”

“You sure it’s safe?”

“Well, duh, it’s for old ponies. I don’t think pillow books would advise something dangerous for them.”

“I just don’t want you to get hurt,” you said. “That’s all.”

Rainbow smiled, then flew closer to you and gave your right cheek a peck. “I won’t. If Twilight ended up fine, so will I. And you, too.”

If Rainbow was so sure, then it must be safe. For her you were willing to try it, but not here and now on the moonlit beach on the way home.  

You had decided to take Rainbow on an educational trip and demonstrate her that humans can’t love because their love is always self centered and self serving, the other party being a dispenser of needs: money, status, and masturbation; power, food, and home.  

The place for your lesson had been the watering hole called “The Three Poisons.” Placed nearby the beach at the northern end of the city, on the road leading to the legendary full moon parties that rocked for weeks on end during party season, the bar-slash-dance club attracted massive, mainly Western, clientele: drunkards and smokers; people coming on drugs or getting off pills; middle aged hippies and cool wine aunts; college students wasting their loans and too young to understand debt; ripped off musicians, unpaid; men and women looking for a quick shag; and the occasional elderly couple that was just passing by on the road to more well known and historical sights. Beginning at six in the evening, the place became swarmed with people and the din of chattering voices overpowered the pop club coming from the speakers. For someone desiring to understand all the facets of human nature and in need of guinea pigs, the place was the ideal choice.  

The evening had gone absolutely splendid, like the perfect record setting speedrun. You showed everything that was unpleasant in human relations, from love so fleeting it turned to hate at the snap of the fingers to marital infidelity born out of boredom and search for some thrills.

You sat next to a Don Juan, smiling, well dressed, working on impressionable young girls. You explained Rainbow how by carefully massaging their self love the pickup artists would get access to their poon.

“It’s that simple, you see?” you said. “Every girl wants to be attractive, special, smart, independent, pragmatic, and unique. Say sweet words, and they’ll start believing you’re the one.”

“He doesn’t look like he’s searching for a special somepony,” Rainbow said.

“No. He’s looking for a quick fuck. In and out and out of her heart.”

“But that’s gross! It’s like using somepony else instead of your hooves,” Rainbow, disgusted, said.

You shrugged. “Here it’s normal. It’s the usual pastime for boys and girls in their twenties to forties to search for this substitute masturbation.”

“But it isn’t satisfying at all! You can’t be yourself and feel good with somepony you know for less than a day.”

“Their problem,” you said, took a sip of your water, then shifted Rainbow’s attention to a pair of girls flirting with a male dressed in expensive designer clothes. “Look over there. What do you see?”

“Normal stuff. Girls hitting on a good looking stal… man,” Rainbow calmly said.

“This side a man is more likely to win a lottery than be approached by a woman. They’re obviously buzzed, and he’s obviously rich – not stinking rich like me, but enough to live in comfort. He doesn’t look fit, so my I bet he’s into software business of some kind – plenty of that around. The kick is… He thinks they’re really attracted to him, not his wallet.”

“How do you see all of that?” Rainbow, curious, asked, sipping her coke from a straw.

“Clothing and appearance. He wants everyone to know he’s better than everyone else. A perfect target for gold diggers and crooks alike.”

“Will he ever realize that they’re no interested in him?”  

“In time.”

“Can we do something about him?”

“He’ll say we’re jealous and trying to steal his girls,” you said. “Humans have an incredible ability to see everything but the obvious.”

You looked around and your eyes fell on the target you loved most – married men and women hitting on other people behind their spouse’s back. By the examples of infidel pairs you explained to Rainbow how love here ends up in boring routine and people who loved once each other very, very much search for partners and dalliances to spice up their life and remove boredom away.

“Why can’t they get a divorce?” Rainbow asked.

“Loans, kids, neighbours,” you said. “And the greatest lie they tell to each other and themselves – we are still in love and that short fling wasn’t serious. Just sex.”

“How can it be just sex?!” Rainbow asked. “Don’t tell me you here like to shag around like rabbits.”

“For Earth, that’s normal. Sex and love being one? Now that’s a rarity.”

“But it doesn’t feel right,” Rainbow said, her stare tense. “It’s disgusting!”

You shrugged. “That’s the way things are. I know it’s wrong. They deep inside know it’s wrong and pointless and doesn’t bring the thing they want most. But… well, there’s nothing that can be done about it. Right now, anyway.”

Rainbow looked at her coke with a pensive stare and shuffled the straw with her right hoof. Sometimes she brought her eyes up and looked through the twilight smoke filled space at the couples, newly formed, chatting and enjoying drinks. You saw in her wide eyes that she finally penetrated through the charade of polite socialization to the desires that longed for satisfaction lying underneath: the fear of loneliness, the fiery hunger for sexual release, the hope for a reigniting some spark in a desiccated and mummified life, the wish to meet the local prince Blueblood and live well.

“Why does love fail here?” Rainbow asked. “It’s supposed to be the best thing in the world, but everypony here doesn’t look happy at all. They are all kinda together but they don’t like each other. How can they like each other if they’re ready to do a quick buck behind their special somepony’s back?

“Simple, really,” you said. “They don’t like the person but their image, their spook, of that person, and what it can provide.”

“What do you mean?” Rainbow asked, her eyes bright with new insight into the behaviour of the drunken, dazed crowd.

“That’s another our specialty. Instead of loving the person we see in front of our eyes, we love an illusion we project on them. We call it the rosy glasses period. Because it happens to young people, they can do a lot of problems for themselves by getting married and having kids.”

“And then it all loops back to these gals chasing someone else while away from their husbands because their husband is not what they think he is?” Rainbow asked.

“If they decide not to divorce, yes.”

“So… people don’t love each other, but what they think others are – their thoughts about others – and what the other can give?”

“Exactly! Most of them never experienced and will never experience genuine love. They never suspected, suspect, or will suspect how underneath their love there’s no desire for surrender and merging with another, no drive for abandonment of one’s precious little self in love, but for personal satisfaction, for feeling like a man or woman, for ensuring a good life, for furthering one’s career, for revenge, even. Or that the disappointment that haunts all love affairs so much is because they don’t love the real person but an illusion of that person and grow violently angry when the living, breathing person doesn’t act like their image is supposed to act. It’s both really sad and really stupid at the same time.”

“Can it be helped?” Rainbow asked, her ears drooping.

“That’s the problem number one. All these people are unaware of this. They really believe – really, really believe—they’re loving and caring, genuine, instead of being utterly wrapped in their own selves, a fake lie walking among other fake lies and loving their own fake dreams. If you point this to them, they will get mad, really mad, at you. Never touch a man’s vanity if you want to live and breath. Tickle it for your ends instead, like that Don Juan I showed you. You can get stinking rich from that alone.”

“But they sing so much about love here,” Rainbow said. “And write, too.”

“They do it exactly because they can’t get it. There’s a feel, a push, a hunch, that things could be better but their enormous – tremendously enormous – sense of self and the chronic muscle tensions it creates blocks it all away. They want love but are deeply – unbelievably deeply – scared of surrendering to love, its sweet rhythm and its sweet melting. If you try to love them like this, or show that you’re capable of loving like this, they’ll either worship or murder you. Or both. Sometimes in bed. You should read our erotica and romance.”

“So what are they doing if not love?” Rainbow asked, confused.  

You looked straight into her wide eyes. “They fuck.”

Although the place was loud and the voices and music formed a cacophonous wall of sound, a peculiar silence washed over you that reminded you of the first time you stood outside the crowd, feeling above the pointless and brutal little games lacking grace and beauty and appeal. You looked at Rainbow, her brows furrowed, looking around with wide eyes. You guessed she felt the same right now judging by her serious and afraid stare.

You asked the obvious question. “Want to observe more, or should we go away?”

Rainbow looked in front, her eyes distant, then back at you. “Let’s go. I don’t like it here. The other place is better.”

After leaving that noisy pub you went across the road toward the empty public beach. You walked closer to the sea and turned left, toward home. The empty beach provided a nice counterpart to the seedy and noisy bar. The symphony of the white noise of the waves accompanied by the soft brushing of leaves touched by a light evening breeze was the perfect boon after clubby music and loud chatter of the inn. The air, chill and fresh, carried only the salty taste of sea instead of cigarettes and booze. Void of humans, the beach felt wide and suggested boundless freedom after the crammed confines of “The Three Poisons” where you couldn’t make a single step without bumping into some acrid smelling sweaty body or the chemical cloud of a woman who didn’t know how to use perfume.  

And now you found yourself with Rainbow on a night time beach, out of the city yet away from home, talking about different topics that appeared like bubbles in your mind: from Rainbow’s opinion about the bar to ways ponies expressed their love. There was one problem, though: Rainbow talked much and talked fast. Something was bothering her.

After a long stretch of silence Rainbow once again addressed you.

“What you showed back there makes me worried about one thing,” Rainbow, pensive, said. She flew right in front of you. “Will we always remain like this, or you’ll find somepony else?”

You stopped, thought, then answered. “You want the honest answer or the sugarcoated?”

Rainbow looked left then right, gulped, sighed. “The honest.”

You put your right hand on Rainbow’s head, feeling her silky mane, and moved it down to her neck, then placed it back on her forehead and repeated the motion. “The truth is, we don’t know. As for me, there was no one before you and sure as hell there will be no one else after you. But don’t forget about you. Relationships kinda come and go, and there’s always the possibility you’ll find someone who’ll make you happier than I can do. After all, you’re a pony, and I’m a human. I think you’ll want in the end to be with someone of your kind. And don’t give me your talk about how we will be always together – I see that in your eyes. I’m too old for that.”

Rainbow hugged you so strong her arms felt like a vice around your chest. “Even if what you say will happen, will you forget me, even as a friend?”

Your hand still kept brushing Rainbow’s hair. “Of course not. Even if you’ll find some pony who’ll makes you happier than me, my home is always welcome for you. I would never forget you, or turn my back to you. Even if you will be with someone else, I would still love you and be there with you. Just promise me one thing?”

“What?”

“That when you find someb… somepony else, you will tell me and be honest about it. People here do this double game and it snuffs all trust and love out of their lives.”

“Pinkie promise. But why do you want this? Won’t you try to keep me?”

“Once the flame is gone, it’s gone. Trying to keep you when you’re not happy with me will be like torturing you. Many here do this, too. You saw what happens when someone comes who offers joy to these unfortunate men and women. I don’t want you to end as miserable as everyone else here. As long as you’re happy, I’m happy, and it doesn’t have to be always related to me. My joy is to see yours.”

Rainbow’s brows furrowed, her ears flattened. “Won’t that be painful?”

“It will hurt. Probably a lot. But I’m used to that kind of pain. And knowing that you’re happy will keep me afloat.”

“But what you say isn’t bound to happen, right? We have long living couples back in Equestria. Look at my parents.”

“Out relationship may last a lifetime, or just one month more. There’s no way of knowing these things. We also have here old couples who’ve married young and stayed together till the grave, but also ones who blazed for a year then petered out, or even who stayed together for thirty years only to seek a new happiness later on. The things of love are not for mortal souls to know.”

“Then what can we do?”

You smiled and placed a kiss on Rainbow’s forehead. “Be here and now, enjoy each other with absolute concentration. What will happen we will never know, so let’s love each other as if every day – no, every moment – were our last. But remember one thing: no matter what happens, whether we stay together forever or for one month only, I will always love you. Always. You’re always welcome at my place, and I will always accept you with a smile on my face. Just make sure to do everything that makes you happy, because you and your happiness is what matters to me the most. Okay?”

Rainbow nodded, placed her head against your chest, then hugged you tighter than ever, cutting off your oxygen supply. “Promise?”

“Pinkie promise.”

Rainbow looked at you, her face unusually somber. “I just don’t like when ponies leave me.”

“Don’t worry about that. I’ll always be here, and always ready to see you. Just like that tree from the story about the boy and tree that I’ve heard nearby. Want to hear it?”

Rainbow removed herself from you, then flew to your right, a light smile of relief on her face.  “Of course.”

And you told her the story as you went back home, Rainbow next you, the full moon above.
> Chapter 3
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Upon reaching the beach you find Rainbow flying above, kicking the summer ball and darting to grab it when it starts to fall.

You enjoy the spectacle for a while, hidden in the long black shadow of a palm. Every droplet of water resting in the sand after the short lived rain seems to house a star, and the overall impression is that of a tapestry made of myriads of scintillating points of light. The horizon is the colour of gold and looks as if the sun has exploded upon contact with the earth and released tremendous power into the atmosphere. Amid the blue and gold Rainbow moves lightning swift, not that different from the sunset sky.

Finally, Rainbow lands on the ground. She stands on her hindlegs, with her forelegs on the ball and her back to you. As you enjoy the sight of her, with her rainbow mane and rainbow tail sparkling gold and her rainbow bikini hiding her secret core, you inhale, then exhale. Time to enter the special view. It doesn’t differ that much from how you usually see her. The only difference lays in the degree of intensity, one more diffuse and general, the other concentrated. Fierce.  

You emerge from the shadow and go down the beach toward the blue pegasus with rainbow mane and tail standing propped against the ball. Just looking at the way her body sways left and right in an elegant fluid motion melts your heart away and sends joy throughout your chest. She looks so simple, innocent, and cute that you want to hug her from behind, place her hands on her soft furry belly, and stay like this forever, Rainbow within your arms, your lost in the swirls of her prismatic mane.

Rainbow turns around and smiles. She looks at you with unbelievable warmth, as if you were the only one for her on both sides of the universe. Gazing into her shining and glowing eyes delighted to see you is enough to make you soar from joy and smile in return. No words exist for your strong desire to just hold her and move your hands up and down her spine and dissolve in her innate innocence and grace.  

Rainbow lunges forward and places a kiss, light as the touch of the feather, over your dry and wanting lips. After you open your eyes you’re greeted by her stare, warm and loving, and feel being pulled into her welcoming darkness rimmed by circles of magenta that depending on the time of the day can also look either pink or red. Just by a look into these beautiful eyes you wonder why the need to go through the rest. You can sit cross legged, Rainbow in your arms, and disappear just by looking into the windows of her heart.  

A gust of wind passes and a few strands of yellow hair fall over Rainbow’s eyes. You put your right hand forward and move the wayward bangs behind her pricked ear, then you let your forefinger run up and down the grooves between her ear and head.  

Rainbow smile widens and she hugs you in return and your lips press against her forehead, between her eyes, above her nose. While you place soft kisses on her fuzzy forehead, your neck tingling from her warm and humid breath, your left hand goes up and down her right side from the curve of her waist to the pit of her foreleg. When your fingers graze the tips of her wing Rainbow lifts the wing up, allowing you to tickle her sensitive skin underneath.   

“Don’t forget about the other,” Rainbow whispers.

Following her words, you bring your right hand down from her head to her chest. Your hand takes a curve across her chest and goes behind her other side, tickling the warm and delicate skin while her feathers excite the back of your fingers.  

To show that you are doing fine Rainbow stretches up and gives you a wet kiss. Along with the wave of shivers spreading through your head tremendous desire expands through your body like all consuming fire, kindled by the softness of her lips and her wonderful body heat. A part of your mind demands to go into union at once, to push down her bikini, lift her leg against your right side and enter her slowly, delicately, with love. You remain serene. The beauty lays in going slow and turning each other to higher degrees of pleasure before uniting that deep.  

Your heart blooms from love, enjoying her warmth and her relaxed muscles, content from the simple fact of holding your precious personal angel, and bursting with desire to offer everything to her, to excel in all arts of love, in tenderness and softness, to make her happy like none else before.  

Kiss broken, you move your hands up and down her sides before placing them on her athletic haunches, your fingers enjoying their smoothness and their downward curve. Like the wind caressing blooming flowers you caress her thighs with the barest contact possible to intensify her pleasure and kindle her arousal. You enjoy how the warm and fuzzy smoothness of her legs gives way to the absolute and unnatural smoothness of her bikini. Because Rainbow likes the way your hands run over fabrics of different kinds you rest your hands for awhile on her behind, shuffling fingers over the material just as colourful as her tail and mane.  

Ready to advance, you shift your hands from her back to her sides, feeling the strings of her bikini and the fluffy warm coat around them underneath your fingertips. You look at Rainbow. Understanding you without a word, she puts her hooves on your chest and pushes herself a few inches away from you, her eyes longing.  

Your heart melting from her loving eyes, you put a kiss on her forehead, then on her ripe and soft lips. You kneel down. Your lips like a wandering pilgrim worship the sacred seats of her body: first her throat, inhaling her warm and intimate body scent underneath her chin; then in the middle of her chest, feeling the relaxing thumping of her heart within. Your lips kiss the fluffiness of her warm stomach, then find themselves on her navel. Your thunderbolt throbs from the desire to be placed in its rightful place as your nose picks up the fishy but immensely mesmerizing scent of her secret power seat. You place your nose into the dimple of her navel and you shuffle it down till it reaches the white rim of her bikini and your lips are almost over her flower, separated from it only by a layer of rainbow fabric, violet at the top, ruby red between her thighs.

Instead of going down like your lips desire, humming from the throbbing heat of Rainbow’s secret seat, you go up and place kisses in the reverse order, starting with the navel and ending back at her forehead. This time, however, your nose and lips move further up into the thick of her fine prismatic mane, soft as silk and smelling of ozone and rarefied air. The final kiss you place on the tip of her head.  

While you rest at Rainbow’s summit you take the opportunity to hug her again, your hands caressing the upper part of her spine between her shoulders and wings. The desire to dissolve is so immense that you fear that you will vanish and slip into Rainbow from close contact alone. Not only you want to dissolve into Rainbow but also protect her wonderful smile and her hidden kindness, protect her against the world and provide a loving sanctuary for her within your arms, by your heart’s ever burning lamp. Although Rainbow likes to act as an untouchable pony ready to tramp all obstacles and overcome all ordeals, in the end she is just as fragile as every other sentient creature and like every creature needs a place where she could feel relaxed and safe. At peace.  

By a slight push of her hooves against your chest you understand it’s time to continue. You move a few inches away from Rainbow and shuffle your hands down her sides and back to her thighs while your lips return to hers, warm and soft and slightly pulsing. Your fingers enjoy Rainbow’s perfect curves and move on top of her bikini and underneath, enjoying her fluffy skin beneath and the smooth taut fabric above. Sometimes your fingers move closer to her secret place nestled between her plantain like legs then return back up once their tips feel its tremendous sensual heat.

Without breaking her kiss, feeling feverish by being so close to her, you push yourself to Rainbow’ s right side and move your left hand to the pleasure centre right beneath Rainbow’s uplifted tail while removing your right hand from beneath Rainbow’s bikini, tracing its fingers to the front along the bikini’s thin white string and placing them on the topmost violet stripe.  

When your fingers start tickling and circling her dock, Rainbow stops kissing you, all her attention lost in the pleasure you are giving her. The way she looks makes you you heart flip: eyes closed, mouth open in a wide smile, her head resting against your cheek. You kiss her as soft as possible on the corner of her mouth while your left hand works on her dock and the outstretched index and middle fingers of your right hand proceed slowly to her lotus. The most amazing thing for you is the commingling of your breath with hers. Rainbow breathes out and you inhale her warm and moist air, then return the breath back to her but interspersed with your own.

Your fingers placed over Rainbow’s rainbow bikini move down only to return up the moment they feel wetness underneath. For a few times you play this game, then finally descend on Rainbow’s soft smooth flower. Her bikini is already soaked through between her legs, from one thigh to another, in her liquid warm bliss. This only heightens the gliding of your fingers over her throbbing forge. Your two fingers move along the groove of her lotus and push some of the fabric between her folds, tickle the lower end of her valley where her petals met in a single point, then return back and stop above her rubbery ridge and move in circles with her ruby under their tips.  

Rainbow responds by waving her body and swinging her pelvis. To keep you from running away she presses her legs together, trapping your two fingers within the geyser like warmth of her lotus and between her less warm but equally sticky thighs. The preorgastic melting washes your body from this act alone but, feeling your condition, Rainbow releases her grip and moves her legs apart, letting your fingers free before you can prematurely end.  

Your index finger immobile on her ruby, you center your awareness and perform several deep breaths. You don’t want to end the pleasure without having loved and worshiped Rainbow to the brim. Your exercise brings the flame down a little, but being so close to her threatens to undo all your efforts in a snap. Next to Rainbow you feel like in a sauna, the air hot and heavy, almost electric, her strong musk the only smell around. 

You bring your fingers up to the white border of the bikini, then move them underneath. The first thing you encounter is smooth and hot and sticky wetness then her hood and her rubbery hard jewel, heated and throbbing, at its top. Having satisfied it by slow and deliberate circling motions, your fingers slip into the moist valley surrounded by velvety and smooth and pulsating petals. Its immense warmth, its abundance of juice, and the way your fingers are pulled at its far end form an incredible mixture of sensations. For a while you enjoy the experience, sliding your finger across her delicate and silky veils and circling them around her gem.

The way Rainbow looks, eyes closed, smiling, is the best sign that you are doing fine. The wave like motions of her body is a sight to behold – the way her body harmoniously moves, all segments in perfect rhythm, the way Rainbow throws back her head when the crest of the wave reaches her neck, the way her pelvis swings in total unison with the rest, her wet flower moving up and down your fingers, mesmerizes you with its sensuality and innocence and shows you her innate connection with the natural processes of the world.

To heighten her pleasure further you bring your fingers upwards to her lips. Immediately Rainbow engulfs them with her mouth, and her tongue swirls around them and in between, hungry for the sweetest honey her body can bring. Your fingers cleaned, Rainbow lets them out and looks at you with a cocked head and a warm smile. How heavenly that smile looks... How loving her eyes are… Even now, after a year of being together, you are overwhelmed by her open and warm stare showing an acceptance you feel too inadequate to receive.  

You smile in return then once again stand in front of her, your hands lightly cupping her haunches, covering both naked and covered skin. Before beginning your pilgrimage anew you exchange a few passionate kisses with Rainbow, sensing her desire to have you within her by the ardent way she holds herself around your lips, not wanting to let you go even for a fraction of a second.

Finally you manage to take a break and resume your pilgrimage to the secret temple of her body. Like before, you begin at her forehead then kiss her neck, chest, stomach, and once again return to her navel. When you reach her navel, you are sitting on your knees, Rainbow's forelegs on your shoulders, your senses enjoying the environs of the place called love: the pleasant smell of musk; the sensual heat of her fire; and the pulse coming from her heated land that echoes through your chin and will resonate through your whole face once you go down south right into her valley.  

Like many times before you put your nose on her navel then trace it down, sniffing at first Rainbow’s usual scent that gives place entirely to her musk the moment your nose finds itself on the fabric of her bikini, all wet from the copious amounts of nectar, the result of your caresses and strokes. When your nose rests on the only hard part of her flower, her wish bestowing jewel, her smell is the only thing that exists in your consciousness: thick, heady, intoxicating, and piscine. Before, you have received Rainbow’s essence from her breath. Now you receive her essence from the sweet smell of her jungle flame that unveils its being exclusively to you.

The heat is something else, too. Although since the beginning you’ve been enveloped in Rainbow’s tingly and pleasant body heat, the forge between her legs takes you aback with its passionate swelter pulsating in unison with her beat, a swelter so intense it penetrates right through the skin of your cheeks and burns your mind and brings your thoughts to rest.

You sit on your knees, Rainbow’s flower right in front of your eyes, her forelegs on your shoulders. You move your hands away from her perfect and smooth haunches to her waist and plant them above her swimwear. You push your hands down, unveiling her down turned triangle behind the rainbow veil, and stop at the middle of her thighs, the white strings of her bikini resting at the tips of the thunderbolts of her cute marks.  

Countless times you’ve seen her beautiful lotus, yet every single time the sight takes your breath away. Hidden within two puffy hills of pinkish blue, awash in the shining emission of her delight, lays the red ridge that ends with her red jewel overlooking her secret cave that is exposed by her blooming and protruding petals, red like the jungle flame, parted so that you enter could Rainbow’s most private and secret chamber and unite with her in the supreme space of her heart.

Looking at the way the transparent nectar gathers at the tip of her hood first into a globule then a drop, and how that drop descends between her thighs on a thin filament of fluid, shining gold with the last rays of the sun, drives you to put your face in the midst of her blooming flower. Before putting your tongue against her red and shiny and moist petals, you purse your lips and blow on her jewel. The swinging motion of Rainbow’s hips accompanied by a low humming are signs of your success.  

Content, you stretch your tongue and put it to action. Because you usually offer worship by your tongue with Rainbow sitting or laying or propped against a wall and bending down to present her treasure to you, this time you can't start from the valley and proceed to the delicate source of pleasure overlooking the whole circle. Instead, your mendicant tongue, having visited the other seats of power, ascends the hill first and offers worship to the magnificent red jewel, first by circumambulation then by direct stimulation, going up and down on its rubbery and hard texture. With duties paid to the jewel the pilgrim progresses down into her valley, first making a circle around the reddish blue hills enclosing it, then between the first set of hills and the second. It then moves around her second set of hills, wet, red, and steep, and finally reaches the well at the bottom overflowing with Rainbow’s liquid essence, her power in its purest state.

At the bottom you insert your tongue into the well as deep as you can just to stimulate its front wall. The success of your pilgrimage and veneration is manifested by Rainbow’s swinging and swaying and further floods of molten sulphurous essence, sweet to the taste and warm on the tongue, which you proceed to lap across all of her lotus, your tongue encompassing both the bottom and the red petals and ending the movement by the flicking of her gem. So you continue, oblivious to all, giving all your being into Rainbow’s perfect triangle, taking in return its force manifested in liquid form.

If you were to choose one moment from your life to stay forever in this would be it, right between Rainbow legs, engaged in a never ending kiss with Rainbow’s lower mouth, your eyes closed, your nose sensing only the thick and dense and heavy perfume of her musk, your tongue enjoying the unbelievably sweet taste of her fluid and the oyster like flavour of her bloom, your fingers lightly and lovingly caressing the curves of her haunches, and your cheeks brushing softly against the fuzzy warm coat of her thighs.  

“Stop,” Rainbow says in husky, raspy voice. 

Immediately you remove your lips from her lower mouth and move your face away from her triangle of bliss. Although you have cleaned her lotus from her molten pollen just a moment ago, the liquid is already back. From her well and from beneath her ruby, from the space between her reddish blue and wholly red petals, comes the ambrosial flow that floods again her valley, shining with tiny orange points of light reflecting the passionate descent of the sun in its transparent and viscous mass.  

Your lips smeared with her honey, you stand back onto your feet. You meet Rainbow’s beautiful face, so happy it seems to glow in the orange hues of dusk. 

“You almost went over the line,” Rainbow says.

You smile. “Sorry. You know how carried away I can get when kissing you.”

Instead of answering Rainbow flies straight into your arms, wrapping her forelegs around your spine, bringing her lips against yours, placing her fire pit against your rock hard bolt bulging from your shorts. Her kiss is voracious, passionate, intense, her tongue going over your teeth and lips, searching for every little sliver of her sap. By feeling Rainbow’s extreme heat and the tense space between you, charged as a thundercloud, you know the time is right. Rainbow’s swinging of her pelvis against your shaft, her movements slow, wanting penetration, and her thick and heady all pervading musk confirm your hunch.  

Kiss broken, you place your hands on Rainbow’s shoulders, eyes looking into hers. Again your heart twists from the love that Rainbow beams at you, longing for you, wanting to be united with you and only you forever and ever in the deepest most intimate embrace. You can’t get enough of this simple love, innocent and pure as the first rays of dawn, the glimmering of dew, the silence of midnight at full moon.  

“How do you want to start?” You ask.  

Rainbow turns left, looks at the balloon, then turns back to you. “I remember the way you looked at me earlier today. Let’s start with me on the balloon and you behind.”

Rainbow brings her haunches together and shakes her bikini from her legs. Naked, she throws her bikini on the towel nearby. With its white inner surface turned to the sky the swimwear looks like a big dark and damp spot of absorbed and glistening fluids. Following Rainbow’s example you pull your shorts off, unleashing your thunderbolt into the wild, and throw them next to Rainbow’s wet garment.

Rainbow turns away from you, places her forelegs on the beach ball, spreads her hindlegs, and lifts her tail.  

The sight alone sends you way too close to the edge. Her lotus in full bloom, red inside, reddish-blue on the borders, all wet and shining, with strands of viscous sap hanging between her parted inner petals, is something to behold. Your tongue longs again to sample Rainbow’s singular taste and to clean her wet inner thighs with rivulets of bliss flowing to her knees.  

As you observe her flower, most of her liquid accumulates around her little red gem and forms a big drop that hangs on a long thin filament almost to the middle of her thighs. When it falls to the ground, shining like a diamond, you go right behind Rainbow, bend down a little, wrap your hands around her waist, and press the tip of your jewel against her moist sultry valley, against her velvety warm well.  

As soon as your shaft positions itself against Rainbow’s binding mouth Rainbow moves backwards and swallows your rock hard bolt. At first comes bliss, then the usual peace, the feeling of being accepted and at home, loved on a level deeper than words or breaths or deeds. For a while you stand still, feeling welcome in Rainbow’s inner space, surrounded on all sides by tight, humid, incredibly hot, and velvety smooth walls that throb in tact to Rainbow’s heartbeat.  

You wrap yourself tighter around Rainbow, your face in the middle of the green, blue, indigo, and violet strands of her mane, and set up a slow and pleasurable rhythm. Rainbow quickly gets the beat and follows suit.  

You move slow, very slow, to keep the pleasure from rushing too fast and to make the meeting enjoyable for her. You don’t know for how long you keep going, sliding languidly in and out or Rainbow, enveloped by her tender humid tightness. Most of all you enjoy feeling her totally relaxed belly, warm and soft, and her fluffy chest, her heart lightly throbbing against the palm of your hands. With liquid warmth between Rainbow legs and the fuzzy warmth of her fur against your naked body, with her mane caressing your cheeks like the lithest wind of spring, feeling a deep sense of peace as your heart explodes with loving bliss – you can stay forever like this, united with your angel at the deepest level possible.  

When Rainbow places her hoof on your right hand you know it’s time to switch. You move your pelvis backwards while Rainbow moves forwards. You feel a stir of longing the moment your shaft leaves the void of her secret heart, a profound insatiable desire to return back into that loving warmth that accepts and loves you and only you and no one else. Rainbow turns around and, beaming, she hugs you as strong as possible while placing a kiss on your lips.  

After the hug and the kiss you resume the pleasant motions in a new posture, Rainbow in front of you, your right hand holding her left leg, your left hand around her waist. Once again deep and slow you go, but this time lost in Rainbow’s loving eyes and kind smile. Apart from the motions in her warm void there are other sensations for you to enjoy: your bellies and chests pressed together, her heart beating to your right, yours to the left; your mouths locked in a never ending kiss; her furry hooves resting on your shoulders or moving up and down your spine; and wayward orange and yellow strands of her mane tickling your cheeks and neck. And you thaw and melt from the soft touch of both her fluffy hooves and throbbing heart, her total love radiating within and outside. You never suspected that such a boastful and blunt pony can be so sweet and innocent and pure, so fuzzy and so warm, and you want to hold her forever in your embrace, united with her inside and outside, to protect her amazing core until the end of all cycles and for two or three crores after. Maybe more.  

That doesn’t last long. As soon as the swing of the movement becomes wide, you going deeper into Rainbow, her wanting to take more of you, Rainbow places her hoof on your hand holding her left leg. Time to switch.  

You remove your thunderbolt from her pulsing void, again feeling that brief flash of intense longing, and hug her for a while, your shaft against her sultry bloom.  

“Let’s return to the previous one,” Rainbow says.  

Tightly hugging her, you nod.

So you switch between positions till the sky turns from orange to deep red and half of the sun vanishes beneath the horizon and long shadows fall on the strand. Your movements always remain slow while unspoken exchanges of love through kisses, caresses, and smiles are a plenty. After every parting you wrap each other tightly while cooling your fire down, preparing for the final posture. At first the desire to surrender was strong but the longer you embrace the more you stabilize on a plateau of bliss. You notice a peculiar state of consciousness like if something wiped your mind clear and left a floaty emptiness behind. It’s an enjoyable state, fresh like a breeze on torrid tropical day. It feel as if you were afloat in the air with one foot only on the ground.  

The further you proceed the more Rainbow looks divine, her appearance taking an angelic glow, her eyes shining with intense all accepting love, her smile so infectious you can’t help but smile in return. Despite the approach of night Rainbow seems brighter, more vibrant, than before, every colour of her mane and tail a sparkling, shimmering revelation of the world. Her cute marks stand out like shining diamonds from from her blue coat, their three stripes reminding of Rainbow’s chief features: passionate will, knowledge all encompassing as the sun, and action as furious as the blue waters of the sea, the clouds being her heart in which the powers take their root.  

By the end of the last posture, holding Rainbow in front of you, you witness the weirdest hallucination you’ve ever seen. Around Rainbow’s head, above her mane and ears, a pulsing band of the deepest vibrant sapphire spreads. So peculiar and beautiful it is that you stop all your motions and admire the sudden explosion of colour around her. 

You blink. It’s gone. The starry sky behind takes its place instead.

Rainbow looks at you with a questioning stare.  

You smile. “I think it’s time.”

Rainbow nods and, smiling, disengages from you. How beautiful she looks when she smiles that smile full of simple love while the bangs of her hair swirl around her neck and forehead like spirals of all colours from yellow to violet. And the way her eyes sparkle with the simplest but most deep joy, brimming from that peaceful delight born from being near you, just you, and all open and vulnerable and to her self true thanks to your loving heart. You will give everything in snap to stay like this forever, gazing on Rainbow’s simple but ineffable beauty.

Desire strong but not pushy, you place a light kiss on Rainbow’s nose, then walk on the towel and sit full lotus in the middle. Rainbow creeps on you and your shaft returns with the help of your hand back into her warm, wet, and throbbing fertile void. You notice, surprised, that both of you are still high on pleasure, you hard solid, Rainbow oozing floods and floods of bliss.

Now the most difficult part begins. You must be still but at the same time keep the passion and pleasure high. Since your movements are limited, Rainbow is the controller. She remains still, her hindlegs around your waist, her forelegs wrapped around your chest, but whenever you start to go soft she swings her pelvis up and down and sends you back onto the pleasurable peak.  

Of all the postures you like this one the most. While other positions create unwanted tension in the body and feel like a physical exercise despite the slow nature of your motions, this seat allows total relaxation for you and Rainbow both. Most important, it allows the most contact between your bodies. Groin to groin, belly to belly, chest to chest, and head to head, with your eyes looking straight into hers, the lotus seat connects you on all planes. Sometimes it leads to a peculiar sensation that it’s not you looking at Rainbow but Rainbow looking at her self through your eyes as if you were a mirror reflecting her own being to herself for her amusement and play. If you want extremely close contact you can always hug her tighter and bring her closer to yo, until the warmth of your bodies becomes one and the border between your skin and her coat turns fuzzy and unreal.

This evening you perform like all the previous times, Rainbow in your lap and strong heat in your groin. The approaching nighttime turns the sky behind her dark blue. In your altered state you are quite sure that the sparkling stars were not only outside Rainbow but inside her, too, as if her blue body were the tapestry of the sky encompassing myriads of galaxies and stars, both the ones that are born into the existence and ones returning into the primordial atomic soup.  

You focus all your attention on her eyes, looking red thanks to the sunset sun, brimming with unconditional love for you. As you look into the blackness of Rainbow’s half lidded eyes, as welcoming and loving as the humid throbbing darkness around your shaft, tender care and boundless adoration greets your stare. Hugged by her forelegs and close to her beating heart you feel totally accepted and loved to the core, no question asked, nothing demanded in return (except for your love and kindness and soft touch). How nice and warm it is within her fuzzy forelegs… Surrounded by her blue you are finally at peace and saturated with the one taste underlying it all, the one taste that you discovered the first time Rainbow kissed you and that is always present on her lips.

By the relaxed way she sits on your legs, by her tights hugs and kind smiles, you know that Rainbow sees you the same way: as someone in whose lap she is always welcome no matter how awesome or not she is, as someone who will always love her no matter what, willing to sacrifice all just to make her happy and smiling because Rainbow without that signature daredevil smile of hers feels plain wrong. Every little thing you do – like caressing her head, her neck, her spine, her haunches and her thighs, or planting kisses on her forehead, nose, mouth, and neck – is simple, tender and soft, overflowing with your boundless love for this little horse that turned your life upside down, the underwater mare who destroyed the dross of your existence and made your life pure bliss.

Suddenly you feel an extremely pleasurable tingling at the bottom of your spine. Instead of tensing, you let go. The next moment a surge of fire washes your back. Tongues of fiery liquid heat ascend your spine at dazzling speed, reach your neck, then return back into the volcanic hot triangle at the bottom of your trunk. The cycle finished, their climb starts again.

The higher the inner liquid fire goes, the stronger your bliss becomes. The moment it ascends into the chest, the bottom of your stomach drops as if you were on a roller coaster that descends. The flame reaches your neck and you lose sense of the boundaries of your body, dissolving, melting, and becoming the sea of electric shivers that are the sole propriety of release.  

The flames returns back down into the fierce fiery maelstrom at the base of your spine and you feel your body once again, separated from the outside world by your tingly electrified skin, but a residual wave of pleasure still hits your neck and face, making every hair stand straight like after the strike of a thunderbolt. You have a strong precognition that the next time it ascends it will go straight into your brain and that something interesting will happen as a result.  

Feeling the first signs of ascent you look straight into Rainbow’s eyes, so wonderfully warm and clear, sincere and innocent. By the time you smile the flame is already on the level of your chest and the lower part of your body feels absent, replaced by pure bliss; and by the time you kiss Rainbow lightly as a feather the flame moves past your neck and proceeds into the space of your head.   

And you are gone, blown out.  

Only Rainbow remains. 

In a boundless sea of blue.