A Very Special Birthday

"There. Now you look positively dashing!"

	Rarity steps back from you, her hands still smoothing over the edges of the jacket before finally letting you examine yourself. Deep blue against the pale purple shirt, it does look good you have to admit; under your touch the cotton feels smooth and soft and the stitching is impeccable. It was beautiful and it was far too much.

	Every objection you make is met with Rarity shushing you, hands smoothing the fabric again as you continue to attempt to stop her. It all eventually stops and the two of you share a look before the mare starts giggling, pulling her glasses off and folding them into a pocket before putting her hands on your hips.

	"Ah, you look beautiful in that. Now you know I'm not one to talk up my work but I do believe this is some of my best yet." You can't help but smile, looking back down over yourself. Only for a moment before Rarity moves in to gently embrace you, pressing her lips to your cheek. "Happy birthday, my dear, this is the least I could do for your gracious assistance with my sketches."

	Maybe it's her shampoo or maybe she really does smell of elderberries and vanilla but with her mane close to your nose it's a pleasant scent either way. There's only a moment to enjoy it, however, as Rarity quickly pushes you back, horn alighting and levitating your old jacket over to you.

	"Speaking of grace you must be off, mustn't you? I believe there's one other you must see before the day's end."

	It was easy to forget that with all that'd happened and especially with Rarity spending so much time fussing over you. Now she practically pushes you out her door while still offering well-wishes. But then you can't really blame her, the two have always been the closest among her friends; she would know you want the best for Twilight as much as she does.

	Twilight.

	The thought of that name brings another smile to your face and guides your feet to the town's train station. Her recent apotheosis had threatened to pull her away but just as with her friends, she had remained steadfast in letting it change matters as little as possible. Apart from the odd sudden departure or the embarrassment of having one of the solar guards stumble in upon your more intimate moments, it remained true.

	"Bring only yourself, that's all I need," was what she'd said. Gone with the morning's light, you only had the memory of the warmth of her body pressed to your own and the soft susurration of her chest as she soundly slept to keep you company as you set about the day.

	Boarding the train, you can't help but reflect upon that. How long had she stood by your side? Enough that you'd gotten her to appreciate artistic works for their own merit and not historical insight. Then there'd been the apology for being so disparaging of your trade, that the way they moved her was just as deserving of praise as the great scientific minds she admired. And slowly but not imperceptibly, her mannerisms around you had shifted; no longer did Twilight glance over you when you were busy but she would stop and watch, sometimes sitting for as long as you did just observing you.

	By the time she realised it was a portrait of her you were working on she was so close you could feel her breath on the back of your neck. Her hand met your own, stopping you and then quietly came the question - why did you pick her when there were so many others, so terribly many more beautiful ponies to focus your efforts on. Was it some kind of joke? Was that why you spent so much time around her? The odd-ball librarian who spent so much of her time reading her own books and-

	What had started as a slight edge to her voice quickly turned to words being spat through gritted teeth, even in spite of how she tried to rein herself in. So you simply set down your pencil, turned about and took one of her hands in your own. That stopped her. Telling her that it was precisely because there wasn't another unicorn, never mind pony, who meant as much to you, who had captured your attention as utterly as she did, who had inspired you.

	At that moment her other hand rose to her mouth, eyes wide with wonder and never budging from your own. Her lips moved, working silently to form something and if the light blush that played across her features was any indication it wasn't any kind of criticism or objection. That was the point where you decided to give her lips something else to focus on.

	You were almost as shocked as she was at the kiss, however, being this forward wasn't something you'd planned on but as her hand started to gently squeeze your own you leaned further into her and felt her lips part. She was a little inexperienced to be sure but your tongue guided her own, slipping around and over, showing her how to move; in turn, Twilight moved her body in closer to yours, pressing you against the table you'd been sitting at.

	Petrichor and the lightest hint of lavender, those were the scents that filled your senses. Purple and pink were the colours your world was reduced to and warmth filled you, finding this shift more than agreeable. So it had been since that day.

	The low-hanging sun emerging from behind a building pulls you from your reminiscence and back to the present. Canterlot looms ahead, its white spires and tall buildings braced against the mountainside. A few moments more and you're through one of the gates into the city, still thinking of your beloved but less in the comfort of memory and instead anticipation.

	There's a press of ponies all around as you get off the train, more than a few probably off to meet their own partners. Perhaps. You only know that you do, taking off in the direction of the old quarter of the city. The modernistic glass and brick façades give way to weathered wood and stone, buildings not quite so high but just as imposing.

	Even before you reach the barbican of the castle you can pick out that little strip of purple standing there, flanked by two of white. It's felt far more than hours but you still keep your pace even, excitement bubbling within you as sure as you know is mirrored in her.

	Twilight's wearing that blue dress, the same one she wore so long ago when you first took her to Manehatten. It's a little different, however, the stars look like they're slowly moving across the fabric, inching their way with every step you take closer. There's no crown or any other trappings of her raiment, no torc or bracelets. It's just her, as you've always known and loved her.

	And it's Twilight who closes the gap between you, gripping you as tightly as your arms quickly extend about her. The wings on her back shift, fanning out once before resettling around your fingers.

	"I missed you." This close it's easy to pick out the little quaver in her voice and how her breathing is slightly uneven. "I'm sorry, it's been too long but tonight is just for us."

	You pull the mare just a little tighter, letting your lips meet her neck. It catches her off guard and Twilight lets out a soft gasp, hands snapping up to your shoulders to hold you. Always that little spot on her neck, right below her cheek that you could count on to do this.

	"No, not here." Her voice is barely above a whisper and one of her hands strokes down along your back. "Later. Tonight. I... I've prepared everything."

	There were few enough times when she could ever draw such a shiver from you and this was one of them. The implication behind those words was clear as day but you still couldn't believe it, that after all this time she would choose today as the day.

	One of her hands takes your own as she breaks the hug and with a gentle pull you're off into the castle proper. The way is familiar enough but you let her take the lead, down through halls that grow smaller and quieter the further you go on and the higher you climb. You stop only upon coming to a large set of lacquered white doors bearing a stylised sun.

	Twilight steps in ahead of you, the guards taking up positions outside. It's smaller than you might have expected, with a long table and numerous chairs sitting at its centre. More pressing is the meal that lies spread before two chairs in the middle. Fruits and vegetables of assorted kinds sit on a variety of plates and bowls, some steaming but all bearing delicious scents.

	You've gone without meat for some time now but that's still forgotten as Twilight leads you around to sit at her side, smiling all the way. With no servants or guards to interrupt you, there's time to talk and reflect. It's been busy for her, delegates from the neighbouring kingdoms come to meet the newest leader; familiarising herself with some of the intricacies of her office as well as portioning her time out to supplicants.

	If she's tired, she hides it well. Throughout dinner she doesn't falter as you relay the latest news. Once her hand does slip but she quickly catches it on your own. For a moment the two of you just look at each other before you smile; then you laugh, enjoying the way Twilight tries to splutter out an explanation.

	"Yes, alright, i-it's been so long since we've eaten and I thought, maybe you'd like if I, um..." She gives a heaving sigh, stumbling over a failed attempt to stop her own laughter. "This is really silly, isn't it? I'm sorry, I just thought since it's your birthday you deserved something a little more romantic."

	And isn't it romantic enough already, enjoying dinner with the mare you love? Isn't it romantic enough that all through the meal, all you've been able to think about is spending some time alone where you can't be bothered.

	Her breath catches in her throat and she looks away from you, that same little blush you'd seen once before rising to her cheeks. The hand on your own strokes back and forth and you calm her, putting your other hand on hers to still it.

	"I was thinking. About us." Twilight's breathing is slow and even and she doesn't look you in the eyes as she speaks. "I mean, I didn't want to just rush into things and it was still pretty early but I'd still really like it if I could give you your present."

	Between what happened this morning and how she's been this evening you've a good idea of what she's talking about. Truth be told, you've been hoping to share that with her but she was never the type you'd rush into anything.

	"So... s-so, if you'd please come with me?"

	Now her eyes meet your own and in that moment you see all the love you've shared since you met her reflected. Both of you sense what passes between you and you lean close, sharing a quick kiss. Twilight's slower to pull back, her lips curling back into a wide smile as she stands and fixes her dress.

	You hadn't noticed before but it's been modified, cut lower and baring her shoulders and the upper part of her chest. The blue fabric contrasts perfectly against that soft purple coat and the frame hugs her body in just the right way to accentuate her figure. Yes, just as beautiful as you've ever seen her and just as easily undone by your attention if the way her hands fidget at one of the folds is anything to go by.

	There's not another words exchanged between the two of you as you both make your way around the table. Twilight halts the guards at the door when she opens it, letting you fall in by her side as she leads you off down the halls again. One of her arms slips around your own and her body presses to your side. Devoid of onlookers as the hall is, you're tempted to simply take her right there and then; each step you take is another that maddeningly denies you the one you love.

	Such thoughts hold your mind from noticing just where you're being led - up and up. The windows you pass give a glimpse of the sun sitting just above the horizon. At this hour Celestia would be preparing to lower it so you might not worry about running into her and having to explain just what the two of you are up to.

	Or not as Twilight leads you to another, smaller set of doors that bare the same stylised sun symbol. You hesitate to follow as she enters but only for a moment, your desire for her quickly overcoming your anxiety. Sure enough, it was well warranted - the tapestries on the walls, all baring her cutie mark as well as the general colour scheme--though especially of the massive bed at its centre--proclaim this as the bedroom of none other than Princess Celestia herself.

	Orange light from the setting sun streams through wide windows cut into one of the walls and for a moment you expect to see the Princess herself emerge from behind some curtain or out of a closet and catch you both unaware.

	"It's okay." The sound of Twilight's voice makes you jump but a hand on your shoulder quickly calms you. "I know what you must be thinking but I can explain. You see, my own quarters haven't been completed yet and when I told Princess Celestia that I needed somewhere for us to-"

	She claps a hand over her mouth, her cheeks lighting red.

	"I-I mean... when I didn't tell her that we needed a bed to... not that I expect that we're going to do that, I assumed you'd like to but if you think it's better for us to wait that's okay except I don't know when I'll have the opportunity to make use of her bed again so-"

	It's not the first time you have to stop her nervous babbling with a kiss but it's by far the most enjoyable; the way she continues to momentarily splutter, the way it quietens down into a little whimper and then how she inches her body in close to yours. The way she slips her hands under your jacket and pushes it off. Rarity be damned, if she wants to complain about the creases she can deal with your beloved.

	Your own hands reach out and seek the zip at the back of her dress. It's a tiny thing and difficult to move, especially under the actions of Twilight's hands that start unbuttoning your shirt. Both of you are panting, struggling to maintain the kiss against your need to get those clothes off. You finally get the zip moving while Twilight turns her attention to your belt and pants.

	With one hand slipped around to your rear she starts pulling you towards herself, walking back into the room until you feel a bump and look around her to see the bed.

	Belt unlooped and pants undone she goes back to your shirt and you start pulling down the dress. Twilight grunts, wiggling about to help you but it's still a struggle, especially with your attempts not to obstruct her too much.

	"Wait... wait!" You're loathe to break that kiss, to lose the feeling of her soft coat under your fingers but you'd never force anything on her. "You do yours, I'll do mine."

	Of course. Ever practical, that was what she had in mind and you quickly set about undoing the rest of the buttons on your shirt while she finally makes progress on that dress. Her breasts spill out from their fabric prison, pert without being anything ridiculously large; perfect, just like the rest of her.

	Twilight's eyes never stop roving over your body as you toss the shirt aside and start on the pants. With most of the work done it's easy to get them off and send them to join the shirt. Suddenly, you feel very self-conscious; it was one thing to lie naked in your own bed with Twilight and cuddle her, quite another to stand before what may as well be her own as that dress falls to her hooves and she stands there just as naked.

	Naked save for a pair of white stockings on her legs and a similarly styled pair of white panties. Of the two of you, Twilight is obviously the more aroused - the slight bulge to her underwear makes that plain enough. Still, it won't be long until you join her and you're determined to see that happen by moving in towards her.

	Twilight's hands, folded near her chest fall to her side as your own meet her sides. You lean in and kiss her, slowly. Her eyes flutter shut as your lips meet and a little shiver runs along her body as your hands slowly descend until they rest on her hips and you're pressed against her. Then around, until they rest on the gentle curve of her buttocks and you can pull that part of her close to your body. A silky soft tail swishes back and forth against your hands and the skin ripples beneath your grip.

	Maybe it's the excitement in that moment or just her own initiative but Twilight's legs suddenly give out from under her and the two of you tumble onto the bed, flipping around so that Twilight rests atop you. The two of you share a smile and then a quiet laugh before it slowly bubbles down and you're left to regard one another.

	With a hand to your chest, she pushes herself back up and bares her body. From the locks of her mane that curl around her cheeks to her sleek neck, the perfect curve of her breasts and the gentle swoop of her stomach she's perfect. Hips on either side of your own, holding you where you are, this too is perfect.

	But what's not quite perfect is the bulge in her panties that has grown. Slowly, gently one of her hands takes one of your own and guides it to her thigh. You can feel her heartbeat through it and it grows stronger the closer you move in towards that bulge. Hips shuffle, breath quickens and another little shiver runs through that purple body as one of your fingers hooks into the band of her panties.

	You take one last look at her face--her lip bitten tightly and cheeks baring a light pink hue--before your gaze moves back down and you pull the waistline of her panties down. Twilight's heavy, swelling erection pokes out - it throbs in time to the heartbeat you can still feel and with each breath she takes it rises and falls with her chest.

	"Please."

	Even if that word wasn't spoken, if her hips didn't gently press in against your own, if you could only feel but not see that thick shaft - even if all of that was the case, you still wouldn't hesitate to curl your fingers around it and stroke them up.

	Twilight's mouth forms a small 'o' and a soft, throaty moan escapes her lips. It's not the first time you've seen this part of her, nor the first time you've touched it - nights spend with her rump nestled in the crook of your body saw you bringing her relief and pleasure in equal measure; always with your hands, perhaps but until she felt she could take that further it was enough to know you could make her feel good.

	So now the motion of gently moving up and down her quickly thickening shaft is something familiar to you, as is sliding your palm over the head to smear some of her pre down and lube up the smooth skin. From the tip down to her sheath you work in long, slow strokes; Twilight shivers, her arm giving way and only her hands snapping out to either side of your head stopping her from landing atop you.

	Her deep purple eyes shine with desire and while one of your hands slides around her waist to rest upon her rear, the other continues its work in getting her ready. But this close and with them in perfect view you can't help pressing your lips to one of her nipples, those soft little nubs of smooth flesh too tantalising to resist.

	Another gasp escapes the mare, her thighs rippling against your legs. Close as she is now, your own erection presses against hers and your hand stops working her over, instead joining the other to hold her tightly against yourself.

	For a time, the two of you simply lie like that. Twilight's hips undulate gently, moving back and forth, driving her member against yours. It's a kind of pleasure you've never experienced before and never even thought might be open to you but you're glad of that initiative of hers.

	Your tongue continues to run in little circles around that nipple, drawing gasps and whispered words of pleasure from her. It's distracting enough that you can slide her panties down, her legs only moving enough to kick them off. The smooth cotton of those stockings rubs against your, warm throbs of pleasure rising through you at the sensation. Then it's your turn to be distracted and let her lower herself down until you're hugging one another tightly, both your hips fighting weakly for dominance.

	There was no whoosh, no sound of her wings unfurling and you don't notice at first but only when your hands slide back up her body and feel the wrists tensing. If she had looked beautiful before she looked positively overwhelming, enrapturing, enchanting and a hundred other words that failed miserably to capture the depth of love you felt for this mare.

	All of this goes on until the both of you finally stop, breathing heavily and terribly aroused but far from being finished.

	Slowly, gradually, Twilight's breathing slows to something that while not quite normal is at least controllable. Her hands slide under your back, pulling at you as she sits back. The two of you wind up in a seated position, still locked together until Twilight releases her grip and you do the same in response.

	One of her hands runs down your chest, coming to rest at your stomach and she smiles suddenly, pushing a lock of her mane from her face.

	"I was... wondering, hoping I guess that you'd maybe..." She trails off, making a quick bobbing motion with her head and then looking down between her legs.

	Fully erect, her own member stands taller than your own but not monstrously so. It's almost a matter of pride for you, knowing a mare as well endowed as she is willing to call you her own. And it's a matter that warms your heart to know that she's never held that fact over you. Your quiet moments of intimacy saw her pleasing you just as surely and with as much desire.

	And it's why right now you nod to her, leaning in to kiss once again before pushing her back. Scrabbling about, you whip your knees under yourself and lower your body until there's naught but a sea of purple before your eyes. Twilight's penis stands inches before your nose, throbbing gently; the sight is too much to resist and you tilt your head to one side, extending your tongue in a long, slow lick.

	Her breath catches in her throat, a hand touching upon your shoulder before gently guiding you in closer. A single, glistening drop of pre runs down the shaft and you catch it, following the trail back up. Twilight lets out a breathy sigh, rising in pitch until your tongue swirls over the rounded head of her member.

	Were your hands not on her hips there's a good chance the buck they give might have thrust her penis into your mouth. As it is, there's a few more weaker bucks before she quietens down again but her breathing remains laboured. Precum pools at the tip of her penis and still keeping a firm hold on her, you lazily roll your tongue back and forth, slowly licking her clean.

	Twilight's a strong enough mare but you're still able to hold your own when she pushes at your shoulders, struggling to inch you down onto her member. It's the same thing whenever you lie abed - one hand holds her hips while the other strokes her and despite her attempts to thrust against it, you kept things at a gentle pace.

	"C'mon... you... you know that's not fair!" She grunts, trying to push against your hands. "You always tease me!"

	So she thinks this is teasing? If you wanted to do that you'd hold her down and gently breath across that purple penis; nothing more, just let her see your waiting, open mouth out of reach. But you're not that cruel, instead you just slide one of your hands down along her thigh, brushing it gently against her smooth sack and wriggling a finger under it.

	Right there, as you expected, is a damp spot and moving a little further in you feel those hot, moist lips. Twilight tenses up, her whole body stiffening as you work your finger along the edge of that entrance until you find it - that tiny little nub of flesh. If the sudden shake that runs through her body didn't indicate you'd found the right spot then the way she collapses back on the bed, pulling you with her would.

	There's no words from her, just formless babbling and two insistent hands that push you down. A few more gentle licks across the head of her penis and then you push your lips over it, welcoming the tip into your mouth. Pre continues to run from it at a steady rate and your tongue goes to work keeping it clear while you appreciate the slightly-sweet taste.

	But she mentioned something about teasing and that little spot below her balls only grows damper. Your finger rolls from her clitoris on and off, just enough to please her without giving her too much and your hand, before holding her hip solidly, now extends around her back to hold onto her.

	As best she can, Twilight wraps her legs around your back, holding you fast. You're pulled across the silk sheets, your own erection grinding against them almost painfully. Her whole body was a source of arousal for you but now, tied up in her pleasure, you desire her more than ever. But you can't let go, not quite yet.

	The hand on her back slides across the sheet until it's between your legs, gripping your own hard member and giving it a few strokes. Instead of relief you only fan the flames of your need. Running your other hand up and down against her body, maddeningly close to those velvety soft lips of hers certainly does nothing to lessen your desire.

	Twilight's slipping now, more of that swelling cockhead pushing its way into your mouth but you badly need to breath and so with a soft pop you pull off it, letting it smack against her stomach with a dull thump. One thumb on that little nub under her, a finger trailing against the entrance and she's still shivering, rolling from side to side, struggling to hold her little squeaks and moans in check.

	"Wait," she cries, letting her legs slide off your back, "wait, please... stop!"

	And just like that you do, pulling your hand away and straightening yourself to look down at her heaving, shaking body. Did you hurt her? Snag a nail against her sensitive skin or...

	"I... I want you." One hand lazily waves you down as Twilight slowly pulls herself up. "I know... I mean, I don't know if you're okay with that but..."

	Despite not telling you what it is--not that she ever would, having sex was one thing but talking about it was something she still struggled with--her hand stroking along her length makes it plain. She wants you, in the way that a princess would want someone like you.

	In response, you lay yourself back on the bed, luxuriating on the silk sheets and pillows. You feel... it's difficult to describe, lying there with Twilight looming over you. Her hands gently push your legs open and she shuffles forward until your knees rest against her sides and her hands touch your stomach.

	"I'm not sure about- Oh!" Reaching to one side, Twilight brings a clear glass bottle into view. There's a small card hanging from a purple ribbon which she scans over, cheeks darkening. "Um," she mumbles, snapping the card off and setting it back on the dresser, "we're gonna need this."

	You can only watch in silence as Twilight pulls open the bottle and lets some of... what looks like a clear, viscous fluid run onto her hands. She rubs her fingers together, examining it momentarily before smiling sheepishly at the look you give her. There'd never been need for lubricant before, of course she'd be fascinated by the stuff.

	"I'm going to... do you, okay?" You nod in response, lifting yourself up so she can get better access. "Don't worry, I'll be gentle."

	Sure enough, her fingers press against your rear but only delicately so, gently rubbing back and forth until you feel the slightly sticky substance coating your skin. You shiver lightly under her touch, wondering if this was close to how you made her feel. Then you feel it - one of her fingers pressing against you. You know what to do, just relax and think of Twilight.

	Taking deep breaths, you relax your muscles as far as you can, gasping when you feel that finger slowly push inside you. She might just have whispered an apology but right now you're too intent on fighting the urge to resist. It's Twilight, Twilight loves you, she'd never hurt you or do anything to harm you...

	That thought repeats until you feel her palm against your skin. Opening your eyes you see her, smiling down at you. Her member towers over your own, a far cry from the one finger but you'll be damned if you're not going to take it - you've wanted this as much and for as long as she has.

	It feels a little better when she starts pulling that finger out and when she pushes it back in again the resistance isn't so great. Then she adds another and another until she's making smooth movements in and out of you. Horn lighting, the bottle is gripped in a pink glow and disappears from sight and a slightly warm, wet sensation on her fingers tells you where it is.

	You motion for it, Twilight absently floating it to your hand while she continues to lube you up. It's actually starting to feel pleasurable now, your mind turning to thoughts of holding her close, letting her make love to you... You don't even notice the lube spilling from your hand onto your stomach and quickly slather it across her cock.

	The mare gasps, halting in her efforts and letting a shiver run through her before resuming the gentle motions. Your mind is focused on only two things - the long, stiff member that's getting a lot easier to stroke the more you lube it up and those fingers which should rightfully be replaced by that organ.

	Feeling her sufficiently ready, you set the bottle to one side and tap her arm. Twilight looks confused for a moment before looking down and seeing herself glistening with lubricant. Taking one more breath she pulls her fingers out of you and shuffles back. This is it, from here on out there's no turning away from what you're about to do. And you have no intentions of doing that.

	Twilight holds your legs apart at the knees, pressing her cock down until the tip is right against you. Both of you breath heavily and she shares a look, whispering, "I love you," before slowly pushing herself forward... to no effect. As well lubed as both of you are, she simply slides against you.

	You're forced to keep your legs apart around her as she uses one hand to steady her penis and another to hold you up. Again, you both breath but this time you crack a smile and Twilight giggles softly, tossing her mane back as she looks down and focuses on you. It's a little more difficult this time with her hand steadily guiding her cock against your rear and pushing against it. Relax, relax, relax - you repeat the word to yourself as you close your eyes and think of her; you think of her gentle embrace and her soft, sweet breath, the way she sometimes asks to be the big spoon and then can't stop giggling when you do lie together like that, you think of how many times you've wound up with her stretched over you just like now and just like now, nothing bad is going to happen.

	There's a little wet pop as the head of Twilight's cock finally slips into you, stretching you out far more than her fingers had done. The mare lets out a shuddering breath while you hold your own for a moment. Your muscles take a second to adjust to the large organ, throbbing with each passing second and spilling pre still. Waving a hand gets her moving again, slowly shuffling forward and pushing more into you.

	"Oh."

	Her hands no longer keep that cock steady but instead rest against your sides and hold you. Twilight keeps inching her way in, slowly leaving you with a pleasant--albeit new and a little unusual--feeling of fullness. When she gets to the medial ring you stop her again, surprised when she leans down and kisses you. You open your eyes, glad to see her smiling so and then draw her down, letting your lips meet again for another, longer kiss.

	The mare starts moving again, pushing the rest of her member into you. It's still as slow but now it doesn't feel alien, it doesn't feel straining - it feels like Twilight. You grunt as the last few inches slide in, letting it pass into a satisfied groan when her hips meet your own. Your arms are entwined about each other and your legs stroke up and down along hers, neither of you willing to break the kiss until the need for breath forces you apart.

	"It's so intense," she whispers, nuzzling your neck, "I-I've never felt anything like this." Another quick little kiss, her lips trailing along your skin up to your ear. "I love you."

	You love her too, truly, deeply; you want her to feel good, to make you feel as good. It's maddening, almost frightening how much you want her - your hands descend down her back, over the gentle curve of her rump and pull. You want more, all of her, every inch, you want her to know that you are hers, now and forever.

	But Twilight has slightly different ideas; she starts to pull out of you, agonisingly slow and it leaves a terrible feeling of emptiness as she does so. You try to push her back but from this position she can put every ounce of strength into her hips. The medial ring makes for a little bump when it pops out, both of you letting out gasps and you again when she pulls the last few inches out at that sensation - at least until only the head remains inside you.

	At a languid pace, Twilight sinks down again, filling you with that glorious length of hers. You're shaking, your cock twitching against her stomach but that can wait, it can wait until you've been filled again. Her hips wiggle, stuffing herself the rest of the way and then your hips meet again. And then out again, no waiting this time.

	The movements are more fluid, both of you relaxing into this but Twilight holds you a little tighter, her breaths come a little quicker each time. Precum bubbles from the tip, making each thrust that much easier. You grit your teeth now not out of pain or discomfort but because you don't want to give away how she's making you feel - your hands are back at her shoulders, holding on as tight as you can.

	Shuffling closer, Twilight pushes your rear into the curve of her body and makes each thrust more shallow, the wait between having those hips smack against your own lessening each time. You'd felt those heavy balls of hers in your hands before, rolled them about to listen to her whimper but now it's you who tries to hold in your own cries of pleasure at the sensation of them bouncing against you.

	That's the moment things change, when she moves back and pulls you against her body into a seated position on her. You cling--arms and legs--around her, letting her take over and use her hips and hands to keep your body moving. Or one hand, at least; the other slips down between you to grip your own cock and give it a light squeeze before a few fitful strokes. Now you can't hold off from giving a cry, muffled only by your mouth pressed tight to her shoulder. The dull, wet slap of her hips to your rump easily overshadow that as do her own pants and entreaties for you to push, to keep up with her.

	And you do, or try to at least. Your mind is a haze of pleasure with this mare filling you, it's hard to get your hips to thrust both into her waiting hand and onto her throbbing length. It's hard to think about anything else but the desire to let her do this, all of this and let you lie back and take it.

	But this is the mare you love, the one you'd spent countless nights snuggled in bed with and enjoying every moment of it. You squeeze your legs against her and lift yourself, then drop down onto her.

	"Oh!"

	Both of you halt again, Twilight shivering in delight and you breathless and wide-eyed; you hadn't expected it to be that hard or that pleasurable. Something inside you was touched by her, something that lanced wonderful warming feelings through your body. Still trying to bring your body under control, you lift yourself again and then fall, Twilight quickly putting her hips to work and bucking against you.

	"Oh... Celestia!"

	Hand on your rear, the mare helps you, thrusting that thick organ in as you thrust yourself down. You start to build up a rhythm, one that's haphazard at first as both of you fight against pleasure to tame your bodies but you manage to work it out, planting your feet on the bed and helping her work you over.

	That hand of hers still grips your own erection, still strokes it but at a faster pace than before. With each thrust, Twilight grunts raggedly and her grip on you loosens. You're finding it a little more difficult, too, that pulsing organ inside you hitting that sweet spot with each thrust. A few more and you're unset, falling back onto the bed with a loud thump.

	Twilight doesn't let up for a moment, realigning herself to loom over you and scoop your rear back in against her pelvis as her pace picks up. Your own erection is now forgotten about as she holds your legs apart, pulling out to the medial ring of her cock and then plunging it back in. It's impossible to hold out any more and you toss your head back on the pillow, crying out her name and begging her for more.

	Her hands move to your hips, holding you tight as she pulls back further, the head of her cock swelling up with each thrust and stretching to you greater lengths. Each thrust sends you closer to orgasm, that spot inside you being hit every time now. You try to hold off, try to keep yourself from bowling over the edge but with this gorgeous mare buried to the hilt it's nigh-on impossible.

	One thrust, two more, three... you're sent careening over the edge to a powerful orgasm, You're speechless, breathless, locked up in pleasure. Twilight continues her assault, not letting up for a moment and it only enhances this feeling - your cock twitches again and again, coating your stomach in thick strings of your semen. You want to bring your legs up to your body, you want to lie back and enjoy this but every thrust brings a fresh wave of pleasure.

	You beg for Twilight, silently ask her to finish, to feel as good as she's just made you. Her own head is thrown back, teeth grit tightly as her thrusts turn ragged and uneven. She must be close, she has to be and you clench down on her, hoping to see her through. But it's not enough; the mare continues to piston you upon herself, the head of her cock swollen up to a size that almost makes these thrusts unbearable.

	And then finally, gloriously it happens. Twilight bottoms out in you and lets out an exultant cry, collapsing across your body as her member twitches inside you and one hot stream of semen is let loose. Then another and another after it, more and more coming with each throb and twitch, her nose pressed in tight to your neck as she whimpers and groans.

	This is what you've wanted, what you both have been working so hard towards. One of your hands weakly moves over her back, not even holding on but just reassuring her. Assuring her that you want to be filled, you don't want her to pull out, not yet, not until she's reached the end.

	The flow slowly runs out, turning to a stream and then a few final spurts. Twilight still lies atop you, panting heavily but when her orgasm subsides she falls to her right, pulling you with her, still lodged inside you.

	No words are said, no movements made until finally you both find yourselves under control and Twilight's flaccid member slides out of you, a small stream of her semen flowing after. It doesn't matter, that can all be attended to in time. Right now, you want nothing more than to welcome her into your arms.

	The mare gives a little whimper and does so, wrapping her own around you. Her hands stroke up and down your back while your own make long motions through her mane and tail. For so long both of you had wanted this, had wanted to make it something special. With soft moonlight streaming through the window, illuminating her beautiful features you can't help but agree that this was the perfect day for it.

	She mumbles something which could be a final reassurance of her love, kissing you before turning about and pressing the curve of her body into yours. Sleep would come later, for now you both can bask in the warmth of that love and the contentment of joy shared between you.