One Sweet Night
The recital hall was dim, but far from quiet. Excited murmurings filled the giant room, bouncing off the walls and becoming an incoherent rumble. You were seated in the front row, dead center. It felt, for a moment, that the entire stage was there just for you. You couldn’t wait for the show to begin. It didn’t help that the mare to your right kept giving you strange looks. You couldn’t blame her, of course. You were the only human Equestria had ever seen, and you had only come here to Canterlot once before to meet the Princesses. It was still annoying when they looked at you like you might attack them any second, though.
The mare on your left, however, was a different story. She kept her forleg on your arm in a firm grip; you thought somehow she was even more excited than you were. Her meticulously maintained mane bounced slightly as she turned in her seat to greet and exchange niceties with the ponies around her. Even here, she can’t help but socialize. But for the most fabulous unicorn in Ponyville, it was hardly a surprise. Despite the humor in Rarity’s behavior, the wait was killing you.
As though the universe had finally heard your wish, what little lighting on the walls dimmed, and as the hall was bathed in almost complete darkness, silence fell. After a few moments, the curtains opened, revealing the dark silhouette of a slender mare, barely older than a filly, on the stage. A spotlight flared, and she finally came into clear focus.
Her snow white coat was immaculate. Her curly pink and lilac mane was pulled to the side in a truly elegant style. Her eyes were closed, but you knew the pale emerald orbs hidden there. She was wearing a regal pink dress with a slit that ran up the back leg, a rather daring height for a mare her age. She had a light sash running across her chest, and was wearing a brilliant pearl necklace. Most importantly to you, however, was the small golden band wrapped loosely around her left foreleg, just above her hoof. You had given it to her just a few months ago for your first anniversary, and it meant so much that she wore it tonight. Your only thought was how stunning she looked.
As the spotlight came on, you felt the grip on your arm tighten. You could feel the unicorn tense, and the nervous energy pouring off her was almost tangible. You felt her lean in close, and knowing she would otherwise have to stand to reach your ear, you leaned toward her.
“She’s so beautiful! She looks like she was made for the stage, darling!” You could hear the catch in her voice, and sneaking a glance, you noticed tears in her eyes. You took her hoof in both your hands in an effort to comfort her. If she kept up, you may start crying too, and no one needed to see that!
At that point, the music started, slow and gentle at first. It was a loving melody, and brought to mind the nights you had spent with the mare on stage. It took you back to your first date, basking in the candlelight, looking to the star shower above. The first time you kissed, and the electricity her lips brought to you. To the first time you made love, her soft coat against your skin. If you thought you were about to lose it as the music started, you couldn’t hold back once she started to sing.
Her voice was soft, and gentle. Her low notes held you on the edge of your seat, and her high notes caused your spirit to soar. Her eyes finally opened, and they instantly locked on you. The entire world fell away, and it was only the two of you. You knew, in that moment, she was singing only for you, and she took as much notice of the rest of the audience as you did. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t hold back at least a few tears as her first song concluded.
As the music faded, and the second song was prepared, you realized you were still holding Rarity’s hoof. You looked to her, and you saw she was doing her best to hold back her tears, but she was failing just as miserably. You reached into your pocket and presented a handkerchief. She took it within the azure grip of her magic and dabbed at her eyes. Turning to you, she gave you a smile and a thank you. She made to give you the handkerchief back, but you motioned for her to keep it.
“I’ve always known her voice was beautiful, but this is magnificent,” she managed, her voice still heavy.
The next song began to play. This one was happier, and only brought to mind the sound of her laughter. You began to feel a little silly. Crying like a baby over something as simple as a song. Even so, you couldn’t help but smile. Your filly would tease you somewhat later, but it would mean the world to her that her music could have such an effect on you.
The rest of the recital seemed to pass too quickly. Each piece was better than the last, but all good things must come to an end. As her final note died out, the lights went with it. The entire hall was silent, but as the lights began to brighten, an explosion of applause erupted. The sound was deafening; everypony on their hooves, but none were clapping as loudly as you were. Her eyes moved to you one last time, and even from you seat, you could see the tears in her eyes, and the radiant smile on her face. Still looking to you, she mouthed ‘thank you’ and took a bow. The curtains closed with the applause still roaring around you.
You quickly rose and made your way to the side of the hall where you found a door that would take you backstage. Rarity was hot on your heels, but before you could open the door, you felt a hoof tap the back of your leg. Turning, you saw the same mare that was sitting next to you earlier. Now that you took the time to really look at her, you saw an elegant looking white unicorn with a light pink mane. Behind here was a pleasant looking unicorn stallion. The mare looked up at you with eyes that betrayed guilt.
“Good evening. My name is Fleur-de-Lis, and this is my husband Fancypants,” she said. The stallion bowed his head slightly and greeted you with a “Charmed.” You introduced yourself, noticing neither seemed scared of you any longer, at least.
“Do you know the filly that performed tonight?” Fleur asked. At your nod, she continued. “Could you tell her for me that we thought her voice was simply beautiful! Also, we’re hosting a party next week, and we would simply love to have her come and perform. Do you have some way we could contact her?”
“Well, we’re only going to be in Canterlot until our train tomorrow morning. However, here is her card,” you paused, slipping one out of your pocket. She took it with her rose-colored magic and slipped it into the stallion’s coat pocket. “You can contact her there anytime. I’m sure she’d be delighted to attend your party, of course,” you finished. The mare thanked you with a smile, but looked anxious for a moment.
“I’m sorry, by the way. For how I acted before.” It took you a moment to understand her. She must have meant the looks she gave you. “I’ve simply never encountered any… one like you before. I do hope you’ll forgive me.”
“Of course. I’m a human, in case you were wondering. Only one in Equestria, so I can’t blame you for not knowing what to make of me.” She flashed you a bright smile and gave a nod of thanks. Before you knew it, she was on her way, the stallion close behind.
She wasn’t so bad after all, you thought. You went to turn your attention back to Rarity, but she was nowhere to be seen. You assumed she must have gone ahead, so you hurried through the door and into the backstage area.
You quickly weaved your way past several ponies carrying their instruments, most likely the band packing up. Finally finding her dressing room, you let yourself in with a light perfunctory knock. She was seated in front of a giant mirror. Various types of makeup were arranged in front of her (you never paid any attention to what was what), and she was removing her eye shadow with a cloth held in her light green magic. She had already removed her dress, but had left her necklace and anklet on. Her eyes locked on yours in the mirror, and she flashed you the biggest smile you had ever seen. She jumped from her stool and ran over to you. She reared up onto her hind legs and balanced herself with her front hooves on your chest. Her eyes were sparkling, and she still hadn’t lost her smile.
“Oh honey, did you see! They loved it! My first performance in Canterlot and I got a standing ovation! I can’t believe it!” she nearly yelled, rushing in the nervous energy you could feel her buzzing with. Unable to say anything else, she reached up and locked her lips with yours. Her passion was ravenous, and her tongue was already flicking at your lips. Her hooves wrapped around your back, pulling you close. You placed a hand on her back to steady her, and used the other to pull her head closer to you. You both were already breathing heavy, your passion leaving you feel flushed and burning. The hand on her back began roaming lower, until you heard a light hmm-hmm for the corner of the room.
In your excitement, the both of you had forgotten Rarity was there. She was sitting in a chair next to the mirror; no doubt she had been helping her sister remove her dress and makeup. The white filly against you blushed, and quickly dropped back onto the ground. You slightly cursed Rarity’s presence.
Only slightly.
The mare rose, still wearing that knowing smirk, and said in a voice that did nothing to hide her teasing, “Oh no, don’t stop on my account. I already have your dress, Sweetie,” she said, holding a box next to her in her magic, “So I’ll just leave you two alone. Don’t forget to meet me at the train station tomorrow, however. 9 o’clock sharp, don’t forget!” she said, crossed the room and then was gone, closing the door behind her with a soft click.
You looked to the ground, but Sweetie was no longer there. Instead, she had returned to the mirror, and was fussing over her mane. You knew she didn’t usually like fussing over her appearance, but she had wanted to make a good impression tonight. Personally, you thought she looked better the way she normally wore it. It was gorgeous as it was tonight, but when she simply wore it as it fell, it looked more natural. It was slightly curly at the ends, and always made her look bright and bubbly, which truly fit her to a T.
Now, however, you could tell that Rarity had embarrassed her. You knew her sister meant nothing by it, but no one could ever get under Sweetie’s skin like Rarity could. Her face was still blushing hotly, and she was pointedly looking anywhere but you. Walking up behind her, you put both of your hands on her shoulders. She let a small smile play on her face as she looked up at you in the mirror. You gave her a kiss just behind her horn before you sat down on the chair and pulled the stool between your knees.
Picking up a brush, you began to tend to her mane. It was something you did every now and then. It always did wonders to calm her, and it made you feel close to her. She melted at your ministrations, her eyes closing as she gave a soft sigh.
“You were brilliant up there tonight, Sweetie. I’ve never heard you sing like that. You actually got an offer for another gig. Some couple is holding a party or something next week wanted you to sing. They looked wealthy and there could be good money in it so I gave them your card.” She said nothing, but gave a small noise to let you know she heard you. You couldn’t help but smirk when you noticed her smile got bigger, though.
You knew how much she loved to sing. Tonight was her first big-time performance, and she had been nearly sick with nerves all week. To see her do so well, after all her hard work felt amazing, and you knew she must be over the moon. Realizing you had paused in thought, you returned to brushing her mane.
You stayed that way for a while, until her mane was done exactly as she liked it. Then, you wrapped your arms around her, and she leaned her head onto your chest. Kissing her once again behind her horn, you slowly stood.
“You know, we have an empty hotel room waiting for us. What in the world are we still doing here?” you asked her suddenly. The abruptness of your question took her off guard and she giggled. It was like the notes of a wind chime. She looked at you once again with those stunning verdant eyes, and simply nodded and led the way.
**
The hotel door latched quietly behind you as you made your way inside. You took off your shoes, and the fancy jacket Rarity had made you. You heard the bathroom door shut as you unbuttoned your shirt and tossed it towards your bags. From the small fridge you pulled out a bottle of wine that you had stored there earlier. You figured no matter how the night went, a little wine might be appropriate. You had just finished filling two glasses when the door opened behind you. You turned, motioning to the couch while somehow carrying both glasses and the bottle.
Sweetie was now wearing a fluffy pink bathrobe, something she was prone to do when you were both winding down from the day. She told you that she had picked the habit up from her sister, who always did the same thing. The idea of the proper Miss Rarity wearing a fluffy bathrobe always amused you. New, however, were what appeared to be black socks under the robe. She had never worn socks before, but you pushed the idea from your mind.
You both took a place on the couch, with her curling into your side with your arm wrapped around her. She took her drink with her magic and let loose that radiant smile only she could do. It was one of the things you loved most about her, and what had initially made you consider dating a pony. It was an idea that you would have never entertained before Equestria, but then again, these weren’t ponies as you knew them before.
You couldn’t resist leaning in for a brief kiss. Before it got any further, though, you pulled back. She gave a slightly irritated huff, which caused you to chuckle.
“I’d like to propose a toast, to the newest up and comer in the Equestrian music world! To Sweetie Belle, who just performed the greatest first recital that Canterlot has ever seen!” She giggled at your exaggerated praise, but clinked her glass against yours. You took a small sip, but Sweetie downed her entire glass, earning a look from you. She blushed slightly, and looked away, taking the time to consider her words.
“I was… terrified up there tonight. When the spotlight shined on me, I almost froze up. I thought they were gonna hate me. But… then I imagined they weren’t there. That I was just singing to you, like I used to, you know? And, all that nervousness just melted away. It didn’t matter anymore if they liked me or not, because I knew I would still have you.” By the time she finished, her face was almost entirely pink. You placed a hand lightly on her cheek and turned her to face you. You planted a tiny kiss right below her horn, and another on her lips which she gratefully returned. When you broke apart, you took the time to select your words as carefully as she had.
“Well, you are right about one thing. Even if somehow they didn’t like you, which they did, you would still have me. I’d love you no matter what, Sweetie. But I’m so happy for you. That performance was spectacular, and I know you’re going places. And I look forward to being there listening to you every step of the way.”
Her eyes watered as you talked, and when you finished she lunged at you. Her kiss was desperate, like she was afraid that if she let go you’d disappear. Your forgotten glass of wine fell from your hand as you moved to pull Sweetie closer to you. Your hands found their familiar places, one holding the back of her head as the other supported her back. Now, though, the latter began roaming again and found its way to the little music notes emblazoned on her flanks. Their appearance, with little hearts instead of circles, you always found adorable. Now, however, you were more interested in the flesh under them.
She shuddered and let out a small moan as you squeezed her flanks through her robe. She was slender, but you thought she had the curves where she needed it. She broke from the kiss to take a breath, but just as quickly came back with renewed vigor. She pushed you into a lying position on the couch, and climbed on top of you. As one hoof found its way beside you to support her, the other began winding circles down your chest. You could feel her tail flicking between your legs, and noticed that your pants seemed tighter than they did a moment ago.
As though reading your mind, her hoof found its way to your belt, and with a small glow of magic it was undone far faster than you ever could have done. Just as quickly, your pants were undone, and with another flick of her magic, your pants joined your shirt on the floor. But suddenly she pulled away from you. She put all her hooves on the couch, now, still standing over you, and her horn began to glow again.
“For being so supportive of me in all this, I thought I’d give you a bit of a present,” she said, in a surprisingly sultry voice. She’s usually much shyer; where’d she learn that? However as she undid the belt on her robe, and slid said garment to the floor, you lost all train of thought.
What you had mistaken for black socks were intricately patterned lace stockings. They went all the way up her leg, to just below the elbow. The tops were adorned with little pink bows. Although you could barely see it from underneath her, you could also make out a matching black saddle on her back. The last detail your mind took in was that she was still wearing her golden anklet, and you couldn’t be happier. You ran your thumb over it, but she soon stepped out of your grasp.
Despite the limited room, she was able to do a quick 180 over you. Turning slightly, she made sure you got a good look at the saddle and stockings, and a better view of her flanks. She didn’t think they were much, but she knew you liked them. Smirking deviously, she flicked her tail so that the tip struck your nose. Her perfume, full of some flowerlike scent you could never pin down filled your senses. Continuing her teasing, she swayed her hips and tail back and forth, offering possibilities, but never revealing what you wanted so badly to see.
Two can play at this game, you thought.
Suddenly, you placed your hands as far back on her chest as you could and slowly teased down her sides. You knew it drove her wild, and you could feel its effect on her. Her legs trembled and she almost fell. Before you knew it, she was facing you again and had her lips locked to yours once more.
One of your hands rose to grab her saddle, its rough texture feeling surprisingly good against your stomach. Your other hand, meanwhile, dove further down her body, in between her hind legs. Her hips bucked slightly as your fingers grazed her small tits. Her nipples were already erect, and you took the time to softly play with them, gently brushing them with your fingertips before tweaking them. You continued like that for a few moments, switching from one to the other occasionally. Her breathing was getting shorter, and you could already feel a slight dampness crawling down her front and onto your hand.
Deciding you had teased her enough, you moved your hand to her thigh and let it slowly climb upwards. When it finally brushed her slit, she let out a low moan into your mouth. Her legs were trembling again, but one of her front hooves finally found its way back to your waist. She didn’t use her magic this time, instead she broke away from your kiss and grasped the waistband of your boxers between her teeth. She took her time pulling them down, slowly revealing your manhood. It was already painfully erect, but for good measure she gave you a long lick from balls to tip.
Returning to her place on your stomach, she carefully positioned herself. You placed your hands above her flanks to help guide her. Inch by inch you slid in, until finally you could reach no further. Still standing over you, she shuddered at the full feeling in her abdomen. After what seemed an eternity, she slowly rocked her flanks back and forth, building a steady rhythm as nature took over. Normally you would take charge, but tonight you felt she wanted to set the pace.
It was gentle, and slow, but in a way it was perfect. It wasn’t a race to the end; it was two lovers sharing their bodies for just a moment. You took the chance to move your hands back to the places you knew she loved. One hand grazed her sides while the other teased her nipples. Her entire body was quivering now, and a small whimper escaped her. She was so close, but she was still trying to take her time, you weren’t far behind.
Suddenly, you reached up and pulled her closer to you into the deepest kiss of the evening, and then it was over. She came, harder than you can ever remember; her walls clenching down on you. She was never very loud during sex, muffled moans and small whimpers, but this time she screamed in pleasure.
The sensation proved to be too much and you came as well, pumping wave after wave of hot seed into her. It was an eternity later when you stopped, and you could feel it trickling out of her and onto your balls and legs.
She collapsed onto you, and the two of you just laid there trying to get your breath back. Her mane had fallen into your face, and you relished that flowery smell you could never place. Eventually your breathing calmed, as had hers, and you decided it was time for bed. You motioned towards the bed, hoping your intention would be clear, but she didn’t respond. It was only then you heard her almost imperceptible snore. You laughed to yourself, she must have really exhausted herself tonight.
Very carefully rising, you carried her to the bed. Once there, you gently removed the stockings and the saddle, taking the moment to wonder where she got them. The stylized purple R’s on the seams solved that mystery. That only sent a shiver through you, though. Sweetie had gone to her sister for sexy lingerie? You're bound to hear about that one eventually.
After packing away the garments, and with your filly still out beside you, you simply turned off the light and crawled into bed beside her. After tucking the both of you in, you gave her one last kiss.
“Goodnight, Sweetie. I love you,” you said. In a half-asleep whisper, she replied:
“I love you, too.”