"Cold to Hot"
Smoke and Mirrors shivered as he huddled deeper into his double layered coat, his fingers curling and uncurling under his gloves. Despite the thick ring of fur that adorned his neck and chest, he was still chattering his teeth. Damn these Vanhooven ponies and their cold temperature tolerance. Maybe looking at the skating rink would take his mind off of things.
The turquoise furred, pale blue haired and purple eyed changeling hybrid had been asked(more like dragged) to attend a figure skating competition by his marefriend, Snow Fall, and being the good stallion he was-or, tried to be at least- he suited up and went with her on the long journey to this fancy indoor rink where the competition was being held. And apparently it was time for Snow's act. He couldn't see her...ah, there she was.
The pastel toned earth pony mare practically blended in with the ice beneath her- all but her deep green eyes which stood out against the rest of her face. She was dressed in a lilac colored dress that faded into a darker purple towards her stomach and back to the lighter shade near the end of the ruffled skirt. Her signature white ice skates adorned her hooves, purple laces completing the outfit. Celestia, did she look beautiful…
Snow was getting into position while the announcers introduced her to the audience, smiling brightly before quickly waving to the crowd. Smokes fought the urge to wave back, feeling a blush burn his cheeks as he thought of how silly he would look if anyone saw him while he did so. The judges were ready, the music kicked up, and off she went.
The first few movements were slow, careful, and calculated. Snow's body turned and twisted as the music carried on, pausing here and there to match with its tempo. When things got faster, so did she, gliding across the rink with speed, grace and making timed jumps and twirls without skipping a beat. The male could feel a smile tugging at his lips just watching her. He knew how much she practiced for this, waking him up at the crack of dawn to go through the routine with her, and how many falls were had and frustrated tears were shed. So to see her now, face aglow and nailing every step and leap was extremely gratifying.
With one final spin that may have lasted a good minute, the act was over, and the mare bowed before skating over to the rink's edge. Many members of the crowd stood up to clap and cheer, Smokes included. The air was filled with whistles and hoots, lasting for a few seconds before all quieted down again, preparing for the next contestant. The hybrid couldn't wait though, as he was already slinking up the aisle of bleachers to get to the main lobby, where he knew someone was waiting.
Snow sighed as she waterfalled a bottle of water into her mouth, careful not to mess up the makeup that had taken her all morning to do. She nearly sputtered when a voice called her name, head whipping around to find its source. A grin lit up her face when she recognized who it was.
"Smokie, hey! I was wondering where you went off to." She held a hand out towards him to keep him at bay when he tried to hug her. "Hold up, I'm all sweaty...Those spotlights are hot!"
He rolled his eyes and wrapped his arms around her anyways, leaning down to kiss the top of her head. "Not as hot as you, love. You did great out there!"
She blushed, ears pulling back a little. "Thanks. Do you think I have a chance of winning this thing? I mean, you saw some of those contenders, they were taking the stage like it was nothing!"
Smokes shook his head, taking her hands into his own. "You've made it this far, Snow. If you believe that you're going to win, there's no one stopping you. You have my full support either way."
Snow's smile got wider, and her face flushed a little deeper. "I...thanks, Smoke." She was about to kiss his cheek when her ears suddenly perked up in attention, listening intently to the muffled sounds going on the other side of the closed doors. "Oh! They're going to start the award ceremony soon. I have to go. I'll catch you later?"
He nodded. "Of course, go ahead. Good luck!"
Roughly an hour later-it felt more like a year to Smoke- and the competition was over, much to his relief. Any longer in that auditorium and he probably would have turned into a popsicle. He was more than ready to get back to the warmth of the cabin that he and Snow were renting during the duration of the event, and congratulate her on her big win, of course. Back up to the main lobby he went, and...wait a minute…
The mare was surrounded by some of the other participants and audience members alike, which was to be expected. Her cheeks looked like they were starting to hurt from all the smiling she was doing, and her eyes were constantly darting from one thing to the next as both photographers and common folk were busy dividing her attention. Smokes didn't see much of an issue at first, but one stallion in particular was making his eyelids start to twitch.
He was practically all over the mare when he popped up to give his congratulations: constantly holding her hands, brushing her arms with his fingertips, and hugging her-a lot. If the changeling didn't know any better, he'd say that that was just an overly touchy guy. But the looks he was giving her...alright, that's it. He's had enough.
Smokes was quick to march up to them once a majority of the crowd had left, wrapping his arm around Snow's waist and pulling her close to his side. His eyes gleamed as he stared the potential threat down. "I don't know what you're getting at, Sir, but she's taken."
The other stallion merely looked up at him and scoffed. "Chill out, dude. I was just giving the gal my congrats. No biggie."
The hybrid struggled to keep from bearing his teeth, rage bubbling in his core. "Sure, and being two steps away from basically fondling her in public is a way of showing praise."
Snow's cheeks grew hot at hearing that, pushing at his chest to get him to let go and cut it out. "Smoke!"
He paid her no mind, just kept his glare sharp like a knife. "Get," he nearly spat, causing the other stallion to start backing away and disappear down the hall, the slightest hint of fear in his eyes. When tensions settled down, his wings buzzed under their shell as an abrupt shove nearly made him topple over. Dazed, he looked down to find his marefriend looking angry and...disappointed.
She pointed her finger at the empty space where the creature once stood. "This! This right here is why I can never bring you anywhere! You always end up doing something like this. Why can't you get your territorial head out of your ass and not be jealous of anyone who looks my way for once?"
"Snow, I-" Too late, she was already storming out the door. So much for trying to be supportive. Damn it…
Guess he didn't have much of a choice but to go after her.
The ice blue earth pony paced back and forth, back and forth in front of a dying fire in the comfort of the small but quaint cabin, muttering things under her breath as she pulled the pins keeping her hair up and threw them onto the nearby sofa. She had long since changed out of her show attire into a more comfortable outfit of a tank top and sweatpants, but comfort still didn't seem to do much to help with that feeling of annoyance that sunk into her shoulders.
That good for nothing stallion… why did he have to mess everything up? It was all going so well...but, she did have to admit, something didn't feel super ok with that stranger, but it was unlike her to be so forward and call him out on it. Which Smokes obviously had the gall to go ahead and do. Gah, he was just so...so…
So what?
Cautious? Protective? Maybe a little too much of both? Wasn't that a good thing, at least in this circumstance? She wasn't sure.
Snow was so caught up in her thoughts that she jumped when she heard the front door close, heart pounding in her chest from nearly being scared out of her fur. Soft hoofbeats made their way to where she was standing and then, silence. She was at a loss of what to do in this situation, buried frustration taking control the second it got the opportunity. "I have nothing to say to you."
"You don't, huh? Then will you listen instead?"
The question caught Snow off guard, turning around to find Smoke there, keeping his distance but holding something in his hand, which he held out to her when their gazes met. It was a single white lily, almost like the one he gave her when he first confessed his feelings for her. Heat rushed up to the tips of her ears, but it wasn't the upset kind.
Geeze, hate him or not, he sure knew how to turn the tides in his favor, didn't he?
The mare sighed, then sat down on the sofa, pulling her knees up to her chest and hugging them tightly, closing her eyes. She felt the space beside her dip slightly as he sat as well, not touching her, but letting her know he was there. "Talk."
The hybrid snorted, but carried on anyways. "Listen, I'm sorry for what happened back there, but...can you really blame me for it? I just wanted to make sure that you were safe, and if being a bit of an ass is the way I had to do it, then so be it. I can't say that it won't happen again, but I'll try my best. Will you stop being mad at me now?"
Her eyes cracked open just a tad to shoot him a look, but then lifted her head a little. "That depends. If you do something to make up for it maybe I'll think about it."
He groaned under his breath. This mare definitely didn't let him dodge any punches. "Like what?"
Snow finally smirked while stretching herself out, leaning towards him. "Hold me?"
Welp, there goes Smokes' heart (he doesn't need it, he's got two more). There's no way he can say no to that face, wrapping his arm around her for the third time that day, though this one was the most exhilarating. "That's it? I thought you'd want something more."
Her eyelashes fluttered innocently. "I'll let you work that one out yourself~"
Smug little- ok, if that's how she wanted to play it.
His fingers that rested against her side slowly traveled upwards until they brushed the underside of one of her breasts, surprised to find no other barrier between it and his touch besides the fabric of her top. His eyes lidded in slight suspicion. "You're not wearing a bra…"
Snow was grinning from ear to ear now, leaning forward to let his larger hand engulf her petite tit completely, cheeks tinted a rosy shade of pink that contrasted greatly against the rest of her face. "Took you long enough to get that one. There's somewhere else, too."
Smoke bit on his lower lip, using his occupied hand to squeeze and knead into the soft flesh, while his free arm snaked down her lean, toned stomach to the waistband of the pants. No more time was wasted as the digits pushed underneath it, quickly embraced by the warmth and slickness of a relaxed,-but more importantly-uncovered marehood. A bulge was quick to form under his own article of clothing, starting to feel warm under his collar, curved horn threatening to spark.
"You slippery succubus," he murmured in an amused tone, digging his muzzle into her neck while keeping up with the teasing. Soft squeezes at the mare's breast turned into full on gropes, and three of the fingers rubbing along her snatch came together to thrust past her open folds, spreading her around them in one fluid motion.
She gasped sharply, eyes slipping closed while she broke out into a soft pant, face getting more pink as the seconds passed. Her tail hiked up, and her hands managed to make their way up to her neglected tit, giving it the attention it craved by pushing and pulling, fingertips twirling around the perked nipple sticking out from the rest of the fabric.
Wetter and slicker the spot between her legs grew, a dribble of her love squirting out the moment the stallion decided to push his thumb into her throbbing clit, low moan falling from her lips as lights flashed behind her eyes and her legs spasmed. Celestia, how did he get so good at that? Her body shut down for a minute, not able to do much more but lean against him while trying to catch the breath that had left her lungs.
"I...mmm… w-want you, right..a-ah… here. Right now."
"I can see that," Smoke mused, pulling back long enough to rid both himself and her of their shirts, letting them land where they may. His transparent wings sprung out from where the shell covered them, passion seeping into his eyes as he ran his fingers through her hair, lifting her head up and kissing her lips firmly. The longer this carried on, the faster his self control slipped, going down with her and letting her grip the fur on his chest before pulling the pants off her lovely legs. He was just about to shed his as well, but oh! He almost forgot.
Snow groaned when she felt him pull away, reaching out to try to get him to come back. "Oh, for the love of- what now? Don't tell me you're going through a molt again."
The changeling hybrid huffed, but rubbed her soft belly until he was completely off the sofa. "No, I'm not. Relax, it'll only be a second." With that, he was off to the bedroom, whisking his suitcase open and rummaging through it to pull out a small vial with a pinkish purple liquid inside, opening it and downing its contents before sauntering back, the mare waiting very patiently for him-if patiently meant nearly devouring her fist with her sopping cunt, she was that antsy.
"Oh, that was quick. What did you do?"
"Endurance booster," was his simple reply, not a hint of nervousness in his stance as he pulled down his pants and boxers in one fell swoop. He winked at her while kicking them off and pushing them aside. "Knowing you, I'm going to need it."
One skip, two skips, three- the earth pony lost count of how many beats her heart just passed over. One thing was for sure though: her mind was on one track.
Her gaze immediately zeroed in on his cock, thick, dark and mind boggling, as always. While it looked relatively normal to a regular stallion's package in hindsight: bulbous head, round medial ring, etcetera, there was one thing in particular that Smoke's had that set him apart. Tiny, feline-like barbs adorned his shaft's underside, ready to latch and anchor him in anything that he so bothered to slide into-more specifically- a hot, tight pussy.
He was on her in an instant, easing her fingers out of her tunnel and pinning her wrists against the sofa's arm, lifting her hips at the same time and entering her swiftly, getting all the way to his medial ring with one push. His lips were quick to get back on her exposed neck, sighing as he breathed in her scent and nipped at her taut skin. "Damm, Snow… all that movement and you're still tighter than a vice, aren't you?"
Snow was unable to speak, back arching against his stomach as her brain went blank from all the stimulating sensations. Her bottom lip quivered, body shivering like it had been dunked into an ice bath, but she was as hot as can be. Every tremor and throb from the cock deep inside her had her gasping, hooves digging into the cushion under them to give her some sort of grounding. He hadn't even started moving yet, and she was already close to peaking- again.
Sensing that she was too far gone to respond to his question, the male raised his head, peering down at her face. A smirk pulled at his lips upon witnessing the sight.
Her mouth was agape, chest heaving. Her mane was a mess, loose strands fall this way and that-a stark contrast to how neat and tidy it was earlier. Her cheeks were a full shade of fuschia, probably hot to the touch if he tried to squish them. The most amusing thing, though, were her eyes, looking at him, but also seeming to look through him, wide yet glossy, like polished glass. What a creature, this one was.
Smokes could break her in now if he so desired, but was waiting for one more thing. Playfully his hips rolled round and round, working just a few centimeters back and forth in between the muscular walls that gripped and pulled at him, wanting him deeper than he was already. "Ooh, love, I can do this all night. Are you sure you can take any more?"
"R...r-ru…"
"Pardon?"
The shivers stopped, and Snow seemed to come back to herself, if only for a moment. One of her arms managed to slip free from the pressure put on them, hand clamping onto the back of his neck and yanking him down so their noses nearly touched. Her tone was low as she nearly growled, "Rut me like the freak you are, you cocky bastard."
For the first time, the stallion was the one who became all flustered, face heating up. Still, he wasn't one to turn down a request, so down his hands went, resting squarely on her wide hips before easing into a slow, rhythmic thrust pattern. Deeper and deeper he inched, tingles traveling up his back when he finally bottomed out, length completely snug in the leaking snatch, though it wouldn't stay there for long.
The mare's passage was far too wet for the barbs to really have any effect, but oh did they try. She whined and whimpered in a mix of slight discomfort and pleasure as a few would attempt to get any footing on those undulating walls while the girthy shaft pulled its way out to the very edge of her marehood, never deep enough to cause bleeding, though she was able to feel them. And when it was shoved back in without warning, and all of them released their grip at once, her shuddery moans echoed across the room, fur bristling in delight.
Harder and faster and longer the thrusts became, and the rhythm was losing its rhyme, though somehow Smoke never broke into a feverish sweat. His hips roughly rocked against hers like a pendulum, plowing deep enough that even the sofa itself began to inch closer to the wall, feet scraping against the floor.
His core was on fire, internal flames licking and lapping everywhere they could reach: especially at the base of his smothered member. Though as quickly as his increased vigor kicked in, it was wearing off, suddenly unable to keep himself upright and curling around the warm body under him, trembling and groaning while holding onto her as tight as he could. Spunk rocketed down his shaft to launch into his mare's pussy, flooding the clenching tunnel with as much as it could hold, the excess unable to escape as the barbs finally had the leverage they needed to dig in and lock him in place, cock hungrily being milked of every last drop.
Snow, on the other end, was just barely teetering on the brink when the explosion of hot cum hit, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as her body tensed up, grip like iron around the stallion's waist. "O-oh~ Fuck, fuck, fuck…. S-smoke!" She cried before releasing herself, fluids absolutely drenching her tail and the thing still twitching within her, the mixture being pushed out into the open in a series of wet squirts before her head fell back, muscles going limp as the exhaustion from the day finally caught up with her, falling asleep almost instantly. The room grew quiet, still, the only sound able to be heard was the fire before it crackled its last and went out, dousing everything in darkness.
Smoke could only lie there and breathe as his mind rebooted itself, wings retreating back under their shell and skin finally leaking a thin layer of sweat as it caught up with what was going on. Soon enough, though, his limbs regained feeling again, letting him be able to lift himself, horn glowing with an illumination spell so he could see.
He held in a grunt as he pulled himself out of the velvety confine that still had some life in it, squeezing a few more times before letting him go with a sound pop, rising to his knees to scoop Snow up in his arms, nuzzling her warm cheek before kissing the top of her forehead while carrying her dozing frame off to the bedroom. "Love you," he murmured against her skin, even though he knew she most likely didn't hear him.
Down her lax body went onto the soft mattress, subconsciously curling under the warmth of the covers once they were pulled over her. The hybrid quietly padded back into the living room once he was sure that she was comfortable, gathering their clothes off from the floor and pushing the sofa back into its original position. Just looking down at the wet spot where their juices combined and congealed made his already tucked away tip try to peek back out just a little, but there was a bigger thought on his mind.
Smoke truly hoped that the cushion covers were removable...