"What's wrong with the way I kiss?" 2 Stories by Anon

>>18486509 "What's wrong with the way I kiss?"

Story One
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>Anon and Twi have been dating for a few weeks now
>Neither are great kissers, but they've gotten varying exposure to it in books/movies
>Twi nervously insists on giving first kiss
>"I-I'm really anxious to try it on you. Mind if I go first, Anon?"
>Anon obliges, his excitement rising to match purple pone's eagerness
>Twi reaches forward to touch his lips, eyes closed
>Breath smells nice and minty as she tries to fit them in her mouth
>Tries to insert tongue into enveloped puckered lips, ends up licking them all over
>Feels weird man
>Twi's eyes open as she realizes she's hit a snag, unsure what do
>"A-anon, what's wrong? You don't like it? Oh, I'm doing something wrong, aren't I? I was sure that would get us wet! Lemme check the slumber 101 manual ..."
>Fusses through book for answers, almost forgets Anon is there
>Anon sets hand on open page, Twi looks up
>"Its okay Twi, it was really hot. We're just not there yet."
>Twi feels lump in her throat, swallows in fear
>Anon reassures her, "You just need to take it slower and more gently. Lips parted slightly, barely open"
>Massive relief

>"Okay!" Twi says with gusto and relief. "Right, of course! I'm such a silly pony. I forgot about the buildup. Guess I was a little too eager, huh Anon?"
>Anon smiles, gives her a playful boop. Boner standing by
>Twi giggles
>Boner firing up
>Twi inhales then exhales with a hoof motion
>"Trick from your sister in law?" asks Anon
>Twi nods with a smile. "Works every time. Ready?"
>Anon nods and closes eyes, cranes head forward slightly
>Twi meets him halfway
>Nose bump
>Awkward head shifting ensues by both, keeps bumping noses
>You both laugh, Twi sneezes from nose tickling
>Sneezes on your face by accident
>"Oh my goodness! I'm so sorry! This is terrible!"
>Horse snot on Anon's face
>Anon laughs nervously. "Uh, ha ha ... hmm, maybe this isn't so bad."
>Twi looks at him quizzically
>Begins considering sneezing fetish
>"Oh dear"
>Anon continues, " ... this is a good excuse for us to shower together"
>Twi feels snout for bleeding
>Did not think I would be skipping first base this quickly

>Anon and Twi head into shower
>Iz gonna be a long hard night
>Twi magicks on the showerhead
>Both start bathing each other, feeling each other's anticipation rising
>"So," Anon starts, "Wanna do it while the waters running?"
>Twi squeezes soap (somehow?) in her magic grip, shoots into air
>Stammers out agreement and "buts"
>"--but not before we have that kissing contest finished," said Anon
>Twi grins eagerly, "I'll get it this time!"
>She pulls Anon down into sitting position, wraps her hooves around his waist
>She goes in for the kill, but gets face showered once Anons head stopped blocking showerhead
>Grimaces and winces at hail of water pellets
>Anon is overcome by silly cuteness and loving pity

>Twi let's out an exasperated "UUUUUUUGH"
>Foiled agayn!
>Anon chuckles softly at her
>Gives her a peck on the forehead, just under the horn
>"Hey, you," Twi scolds, poking his chest with her hoof. "I'm the designated kisser here!"
>She stops poking, glares at Anon playfully before jabbing her muzzle forward for a quick lip smooch
>"Hey!" Says Anon in surprise.
>Twi keeps planting pecks on Anon, moving around his face and neck
>Anon gets into laughing fit, shortly joined by Twi with an embrace
>"H-hey," Anon says between breaths, "do you-do you wanna continue this over dinner, my little bookworm?"
>Twi giggles in her cute lil' way. "Of course. All this horsing around is making me quite peckish."
>Both emerge from the shower wet and dripping, one of them sporting a dangling participle
>They dry themselves up real good, spend some time fixing their hair
>Twi heats up her brush with a touch of magic before coming it through her mane, lies atop Anon's lap
>Anon combs her tail, feels pecker poking into pone tummy
>"Mmm, glad to see your body's still ready."
>Reggie
>"Thanks for helping me with my tail, Anon. I really appreciate it."
>Anon pets her warmed mane
>"In the mood for some apple pasta? Its surprisingly good," asked Twi
>Anon licks his lips and mmmm's in agreement
>The cute pair head into the kitchen, Anon bringing out the wine while Twi brings out the spaghetti and apple slices

[Unexpected end of story and thread]
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Story Two
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>Twilight looks up at you, hurt and dismayed.
>You've stepped in some [spoiler]horse[/spoiler]shit now.
"I-I didn't mean... What I meant to say was..."
>She continues to glare at you accusingly.
>"You meant to say what?"
>You can hear the not-so-distant tears cutting into her voice, making it crack slightly.
>She'd better not cry. There's no way you could handle that. You need to fix this, fast.
>But as you stare down at the purple unicorn, the words don't come.
>Why, why, why are you such a faggot?
>She's blinking rapidly now, drawing herself up.
>Oh fuck.
>Finally she shuts her eyes stamps her hoof on the ground.
>"F-fine! Forget the whole thing."
>She gallops off in the direction of the library.
>You stare after her dejectedly.
>How could you let this happen?
>Your dreams had come true. She had nervously stuttered out a confession of feelings for you. You had similarly reciprocated.
>You had embraced each other, laughing, breathless.
>You had closed your eyes, leaned forward, and met her amazing soft lips.
>They would have been amazing, anyway, if she hadn't had them so tightly pressed together.
>You didn't pull away, hoping she would pick up on the next step instinctively and relax her mouth so that things could begin in earnest.
>Instead, she had stuck out her tongue through her pursed lips, startling you into jerking away.
>You dropped her as you spluttered with shock.
>Then you had said it.
"Jeez, Twilight. You're not very good at this."
>You internally screamed at yourself with dismay as the words left your lips, and you watched her eyes widen.
>"What's wrong with the way I kiss?"
>Everything had been perfect. How could you get this far only to fuck it up?
>You jolt yourself out of your self-pity, suppressing the urge to slap yourself.
>You begin to sprint towards the library as fast as your legs will take you.
>You're not going to give up this easily.

>By the time you get there, you're completely out of breath, and you still have no idea what to say to her.
>You have to try, all the same. You won't get another chance.
>The door is closed and locked. You pound on it, calling her name.
"Twilight? Twilight! I'm sorry!"
>After some time, the door is opened by Spike, letting a sliver of candlelight out into the night's darkness.
>He regards you balefully.
>"What do you want?"
>His accusatory tone cuts deep.
"I assume Twilight told you what happened."
>"She told me some of it. You're kind of a jerk sometimes, you know that?"
>You wince. It's true.
"I promise I didn't mean to hurt her feelings. It just... slipped out. Please, let me in so I can make this right."
>He grunts.
>"Hmph. I dunno, Anon. She's pretty upset and I don't think she wants to see you right now. Maybe later."
>No way. If you wait too long, the damage will be permanent.
>You struggle to devise a convincing argument for Spike to let you in.
>Suddenly, Spike looks over his shoulder, and then the door is enveloped in a purple glow and flung wide, sending him sprawling.
>Twilight is standing in the doorway, her mane unkempt and cheeks streaked with tears.
>It breaks your heart to see her bloodshot eyes, glaring at you.
>"Go away!"
>The door is slammed in your face.
>Literally. Ouch.
>You hear the lock click again as you rub your nose.
>No blood. At least there's that.
>And you're still not giving up.
>You circle around the library, desperately trying to find a way in.
>You have to fix this. Twilight means everything to you.
>You've wanted this for so long.
>You had watched her from a distance, trying not to betray your feelings, cursing yourself for your cowardice.
>And she had felt the same way about you. Not only that, but she had taken the leap of faith to confess how she feels.
>And you had broken her heart.
>Your determination is ironclad. You're going to make this right.

>The library seems impregnable, despite your closest examinations.
>You're growing increasingly desperate. Each second is another wedge driven between the two of you.
>You have to get in. Now.
>But all the windows are securely closed, and you can see the locked latches from the outside.
>Short of breaking a window, there's no way in.
>So be it, then.
>You begin casting about for a suitable-sized rock.
>There! Roseluck's garden is walled by medium-sized rocks.
>You ran over to them, and pick one up. You heft it. Perfect.
>You turn back around, and as you do, you spot the balcony.
>You can barely make it out, but the door seems to be ajar.
>You pocket the rock. You'd rather avoid causing property damage. Breaking and entering is bad enough.
>But you have to try.
>Climbing the walls of the library turns out to be exhaustively difficult. You earn yourself several scrapes and bruises along the way, but you make it there, panting and sweaty.
>The door is open, but the lights inside are now off and it's pitch dark.
>For the first time, the full enormity of the risk you're taking hits you.
>You could get put into jail. You're breaking into a public establishment which doubles as the dwelling place for a highly respected member of the community, and a personal student of Celestia.
>For a moment, your determination wavers as you wrestle with doubt.
>Is this really worth the risk?
>You could still walk away from this. Maybe you could fix things with her later.
>At the very least, you could remain friends.
>You shake your head. You knew Twilight better than that. If you don't do something now, she'll never truly trust you again.
>And even if you could go back to the way things were, you didn't want to.
>She had taken a leap of faith for you. It's time you did the same for her.
>You edge open the door of the balcony and peek inside.
>Your eyes are still unaccustomed to the darkness inside the library.
>You can't see shit.
>You edge your way inside.

>Now that you're in, you're unsure how to proceed.
>Do you announce yourself, or sneak around trying to find her in the darkness?
>Neither of them sound very appealing.
>As you wrestle with the quandary, your foot strikes a table, causing a row of books to flop over loudly. So much for stealth.
>A purple globe of light leaps into the center of the room, illuminating it completely with hard, flat light.
>You're blinded, frozen in place.
>You hear an angry shout.
>"ANON!"
>You feel yourself being levitated.
>Then you're slammed against a wall, hard enough to knock your breath out.
>"What are you doing in here? How could you BREAK INTO MY HOUSE?"
>You hold your hands out in front of you, still blinded.
"Please, Twilight! Just give me a chance to-"
>"I DON'T WANT TO HEAR IT!"
>She begins to rant.
>"Do you know how long it took for me to work up the courage to talk to you? Months! I have been trying every day for months to try to talk to you. I researched for hours on relationships and romance and KISSING, you jerk!"
"I didn't me-"
>"And then today I finally did it! With help and encouragement from my friends, I finally worked up the courage to talk to you! And you said- you said you felt the same way..."
>You can feel the magical grip weakening. You sight is beginning to return, and in the purple glare cast by the magical light you can see her facing you, legs spread wide, head down.
>Tears dripping onto the floor from her face obscured behind her hair.
>"I thought... I thought it was going to be perfect. I was so h-happy."
>Her voice cracks with the last word, and she releases you as she slumps to the floor.
>She covers her face with a hoof, sobbing.
>"Just-- Just go."

>You pick yourself up from where you feel, and slowly approach her.
>You sit next to her and put a hand on her shoulder, and she twitches but does not push you away.
"Twilight, I'm so sorry. I was surprised, and nervous, and scared, and I shouldn't have said what I did. The truth is, you mean so much to me I can't begin to describe it. The truth is... I love you, Twilight."
>With the last words, she looks up at you.
>Her sodden cheeks and bloodshot eyes break your heart again.
>You can't stand to see her this way. Even more so since it's your fault.
>You'll do anything to make her happy.
>She sniffs.
>"R-really?"
>In response, you move your head in and kiss her.
>She stiffens, her mouth slightly open in shock.
>You don't move. It's up to her now, to accept your apology, or reject you.
>She doesn't pull away.
>You both stay immobile for several seconds, her lips warm and soft against yours.
>You breathe in her scent. Sweet lavender, the soft, musty smell of paper, another scent you can't place, but all of her own.
>It's heavenly.
>Suddenly, she seems to come to a decision.
>She purses her mouth, and sticks out her tongue, just like before.
>This time, you don't pull away.
>You open your eyes.
>Her whole face is scrunched up, eyes screwed shut, nose wrinkled.
>She's trembling slightly.
>It's the most adorable, endearing thing you've ever seen.
>Twilight, I love you so much.
>You close your eyes again.
>Drinking in her presence.
>Her soft, wet tongue poking awkwardly into your mouth.
>It's the most wonderful thing in the world, and you never want it to stop.
>You stay locked that way for a long time.
>When you finally pull away, you gaze at each other.
>Her big purple eyes still bloodshot, but filled with happiness once again.
>She giggles nervously, and speaks with a shaky voice.
>"Was that one better?"
>You smile.
"Twilight, it was perfect."
>And you meant it with all your heart.
[Fin]