Chapter three, Broken Relationships
-Relationships, love, friendship, family. Our lives revolve around most of our relationships. Or we could completely exodize ourselves from most relationships altogether. Relationships shape us, our experiences and memories make up who we are. And what affects our experiences more than relationships?- excerpt from the secret book of Bemnal the Fallen
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Hello, Fluttershy here. So, years 15 and 16... right... where to begin... well; I suppose this was the start of my personal revolution. The age when I began to come to terms with my sexual orientation. I'd never had a marefriend before, I'd fantasized about sex with another filly sure but I've never genuinely dated one. I've had a few coltfriends but never anything serious.
But then came that rebellious time in my life, throughout my 15th year I was such a prick; to everypony, I don't really know why. I remember the first day. What marked it all. I was feeling really pissed off, my mom and dad got into another argument; their fights had become ever more frequent over the years and I'd spent nights lying awake listening to them shouting at each other.
So what did I do? I bought some hair dye with my allowance that's what I did. I mixed in black with tinfoil protecting various parts of my mane until I was left with the end result of a black and pink stripped mane. I think it looked pretty sexy myself. My mom just sort of gave me a sad frown while my dad laughed his ass off. Things went like that for a whole year until I was sixteen.
Anyway, I found this one chatting website, you know, the ones where you make an avatar that walks around in a virtual world and you can type to other ponies in a chatroom? Ya so I got into the habit of using one of these sites. And it was within this site that I first met Berry Punch. Now at the time we had no idea who the other was but... well...
OK let me start by giving some background information. I've never considered outright dating a mare before but after some videos that Gilda had showed me, some comedy things using video game characters they had this one attractive mare character with a male personality and voice acting and well.. that got me thinking about that kind of stuff... you know... experimenting...
So I spent a few nights fantasizing while clopping and found that I actually thought mare on mare was pretty hot. Course I was extremely nervous about it and very very picky. I felt scared about something like this, and if I were to be in any such relationship I wanted to be in complete control of it so that I would feel safe.
And thusly I met Berry online in the chat room. Or rather, I met Stikykittee!2 and I took to just calling her 'my kitty' it was pretty ridiculous I know but at the time it seemed like there wasn't anything particularly wrong with it. I had an avi of a black Unicorn with a silvery mane and Berry had a white yellow coated Earth Pony with a rainbow colored mane showcasing gay pride.
She was pretty open about it actually. We began talking about normal stuff at first, video games, anime, cartoons, philosophies of life. We got along extremely well. Eventually we got to talking about our sexual orientations. I pretended like I had plenty of experience with mares; Berry said that she did too except it didn't feel like a lie. We went into those private chat rooms with each other and started having cyber sex.
It was then that I discovered Berry's really into bondage and BDSM, so I became her master; she always wore kitty ears and a tale and obediently did what her mistress told her. I think this is where my perverted mind escalated, we kept bouncing ideas off each other of new scenarios for role play and new ways that we could have sex.
Every day I thought up more ways to be romantic and seductive; I wanted to impress her as much as I could, I don't know why. Eventually after half a year we went though just about every single sex scenario I could think of. And with how perverted my mind is, that's saying something.
Everything was going pretty well for a while... then things got hairy... she had to go away for a while, something about a trip with her grandfather. So I went surfing the site for another mare, just to keep me busy while stikykittee!2 was gone. And then I met Bunn9karot who I later found out was Golden Harvest, or Carrot Top as some ponies call her.
Anyway, we got to talking... then to flirting... and then we ended up in a virtual house... and cybered... and then she remarked about how she'd never had a committed relationship that hadn't gone south and that if such a thing were to happen again she didn't know how she'd deal with it.
Well... now who's the asshole? I swelled with guilt even though it was obviously just selfish ploy of a clingy mare. But at the time I totally fell for it. I revealed the truth about how I'd never intended for this to be serious.
And then I broke down, I started typing forth all of my conflicting emotions and spazing out with the caps lock button. She told me to calm down and brought my avi to another virtual house saying that she comes here whenever she's stressed. In Hines sight it seemed like such a retarded concept but you know how teenagers are.
And then she 'gave me a massage' even though we were miles away from each other in front of a computer; it was the thought that counted though. The idea that she wanted to comfort me even after I'd used her.
I couldn't just leave her in the dust. So I made a proposition. A triangle relationship.
Carrot seemed excited at the prospect and when Berry finally came back I pitched the idea to her alongside Carrot; Berry's avi walked up to Carrots, it seemed so dramatic at the time, like she was sizing her up and I laugh at the seriousness we all put into the situation but it was serious. At the time, being the young idiots that we were, it was serious. Very.
Berry smiled, or typed that she smiled anyway, and accepted Carrot.
And so I now had two pets, my kitty and my bunny.
That lasted for quite a while actually; aaaaaand then I got into religion. It was pretty heavy too. I don't know; i'd been freaking out about everything that happened to me as a foal with my sister and I was thinking... just thinking... and comprehending... and thinking that my fucked up state of mind was her fault. I felt so much fire in my hatred for her and disgust at myself. That was the first time I began thinking about suicide. Never attempted it though, just thought about it. And then I realized that I was thinking about it and started spazing out, I reverted to a curled up sniveling ball of sobs and snot.
My mom was frantic with worry and eventually I wound up dedicating myself very strongly to religion. Now here's the unfortunate thing. See, there's two bibles of the Celestia Convocation, that's the predominant religion in Equestria, one was written thousands of years ago by Celestia and Luna when they were very young. It's the old school prejudice bigoted bible. And then there's the second one written about one and a half thousand years ago by Celestia and Luna as mature rulers, this new one is full of acceptance, love, friendship and embracing all ponies regardless of race, creed, gender, age, or sexual orientation. Unfortunately, ponies had a hard time letting go of old traditions.
I'd say that about 70 percent of Equestrians still follow the old bible while the other 30 percent follows the new one. The old bible is of the Celestial Convocation religion while the new one is of the Celestial Embrace religion which is categorized as a protestant sub religion of the Celestia Convocation. There's quite a few other Celestial sub religions and cults, most of them fit under protestant sub religion while others are non denominational.
Anyway, the religion I was raised on was the old school Convocation. And during my crisis, I fell back on the most primal of pony mental blocks, faith. My strongest faith fell within my religion. Now as you can imagine, this had a rather big effect on my life. Mainly it affected my views towards relationships. I decided to give up sex (ha! As if that would last long) clopping, and homosexuality.
The clopping was difficult at first but after a while it wasn't so bad, it's like, the less you do it the less you want to do it where as the more you do it the more you want to ya know? Like, at first I was thinking 'oh no, I can't go a single day without touching my pussy!' but after a few weeks I'd go to bed and just didn't feel like I had the energy for it.
But the homosexuality... that was hard. Especially because I had a relationship with two lovely fillies. The news didn't go over well. Berry was trying to convince me not to fall for the mainstream bigot's bullshit pitches of intolerance but the words fell on deaf ears. Carrot was silent about the whole thing... I told them both that I wished them the best and that I hope they one day see Celestia's light and change their ways cause I didn't want them to go to tartaurus. I actually said that. I actually typed those words. And meant them.
I've never stopped hating myself for saying those stupid gods damn fucking words. When ever I hear somepony else say that line I wanna knock their teeth out.
But what was done was done...
That was during the late spring. Summer was coming up soon. I started a relationship with this cute colt who goes to the Ponyville park a lot. His name is Caramel. We used to sit out on the bench at the park every day back when I was in my middle school days. We became extremely close friends. He was one of those ponies that I just clicked with you know? It was like with Rainbow Dash. We just got along. I eventually found out that Caramel was sexually abused by his uncle when he was a lot younger. As shocked or sad as most ponies might have been, I was actually a little happy. Not happy that that had happened to him, happy that we had such a big thing in common. We were both molested at a very young age. By this point in my life I was convinced that my fucked up nature was due to my sister so I thought that Caramel would be just as weird but cool. And I was right.
Anyways, it was just about summer time that I kinda eased out of my 'religious faze' not that I gave up on it, I was still very religious and still am, but I dropped a lot of the bible thumper asshole habits.
And thus, I started to slip back into my 'gay faze' not majorly though, I didn't go searching for a fillyfriend or anything, I just started acting more masculine and kind of showcasing that I play for the other team.
And you know how colts just love hanging out with fillyfoolers for some reason. So I wound up spending a lot of time with my guy friends and with Caramel. And while we were walking across a lake he made an off comment about how if I was straight he'd totally date me. Now let me get something straight; I have a very hard time dealing with flirting. As in, recieving flirting. I'm not good at thinking rationally during those situations and I think I feel so flattered that I act without thinking and before I knew it, I was apparently bisexual and now dating my foalhood friend Caramel!
And thus began the bumpy relationship with Caramel. Thing's went well enough for a while I suppose... Then came the day that I lost my virginity. Legitimately I mean. I remember it well, we managed to convince both our parents to let me sleep over saying that there was no problem with it since you know, I'm a fillyfooler as far as everypony else knows.
And then came the night, I was so excited about it, I'd been cloping every night up to the weekend, I felt a little guilty at first as if I was tarnishing my record of resisting the temptation to clop and making Celestia angry with me; but I got over it. Still prayed every night asking for forgiveness but I got over it. Anyway, then came the night of the weekend.
I was sitting there meeting his family and it was most definitely awkward. I mean... "oh hi, I'm gay but not really, I'm just saying that so that you don't suspect I'm going to fuck your son's brains out, nice to meet you by the way!"
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The air was thick... mostly because Caramel's mom's coltfriend apparently has an issue with coltcudlers and fillyfoolers. Looking back on it; that was the entire reason that the family was quiet throughout the whole meeting. It was particularly funny since Caramel's mom used to fool around with a bunch of mares when she was younger.
Caramel has two little sisters by the way, both are very hyper and funny. Caramel's convinced that the yongest is gay or at least that she's gonna grow up to be gay at any rate. Evidently he, his mom, and his grandfather all joke about it. His grandfather's awesome actually. Usually he lives with him in Ponyville. Really nice guy.
Anyway, right now we were in Trottingham where his mom and her coltfriend lives, ya I guess his dad left the family quite a few years ago. Glad that hasn't happened to my own family... yet... I didn't wanna think about that but let's be honest, the fights were getting ever more frequent and it's really only a matter of time.
Anyway, nighttime. So ya. We were both downstairs in the furnished basement. And then I began to feel nervous. My chest tightened up as my heart raced; I mean. I'd never had straight up sex before. The thing with my sister was different, we were eating each other out and the relationship was unique. But this... this was... real... I guess... I mean, I'm here... about to have sex with my colt friend... this is happening... this is REALLY happening!
He calmed me down with a few nuzzles which helped quite a bit, we set up two couches next to each other with the sitting portions facing one another making an improvisational bed.
We sat on it... awkwardness began to set in... he leaned over to a nearby desk and turned on the radio.
"Oh, mood music." I quipped with a nervous laugh. He didn't respond. Probably because that was a stupid fucking thing to say. And I immediately felt stupid for saying it.
We sat on opposite sides of the bed with our gazes shifting around nervously at everything. Anything except each other.
Ya... talk about awkward...
The radio music played on, I wanted to proceed so badly but I didn't know how. How do you proceed in a situation like this? Seriously... UGH! I scooted forward, Caramel seemed surprised that I made the first move, but somepony had to do it. So I inched forward and kissed him. We'd kissed plenty of times in the past, hell, we straight up tried to eat each other's face.
So ya... sex time... right... let's go!... ya...
"Maybe... like... I can suck you and you eat me?" I suggested with the biggest blush I've ever had in my life.
Caramel nodded as he tried to hide his face with his mane much like I myself do regularly; my mane was still black and pink, I'd decided to stick with that as a permanent color for my teen years, it really worked for me after all. Anyway I guided him onto his back with my hooves; I wanted to do him first so that I would go last, I think it was 'cause I'm usually very tired after reaching orgasm so I kinda wanted him to get his fill first so that after he pleasured me we'd be even and cold fall asleep afterwards.
So anyway, he spread his legs and oh my gosh he looked so adorable! His forelegs were curled and rubbing each other nervously while he looked away blushing and his spread legs showcasing his twitching cock to the world. I actually felt my mouth watering and had to lick my lips a few times before diving in.
At first I opened my mouth around the tip and gently glided my teeth around the flat head before ticking out my tongue and lapping it around the phallus, licking it like an ice cream cone. Already I could feel my wings spreading and a familiar warmth invading my nether region, I was really getting off on this.
Finally I couldn't take in any more, I had like this need for my mouth to just be filled with his horse dick, so I did just that. I opened my mouth wide and engulfed his member earning me an adorable squeak and a series of twitches from his stallion-hood; the feeling of it jerking around as it throbbed and twitched only furthered my excitement; I couldn't help but bring a hoof down to my vagina and mash it around, I mean, this was fucking hot!
I really had no idea what I was doing, I'd fantasized about it pleasant of times and worked out the things I'd want to do but all that was forgotten with my sheer enthusiasm, my tongue pressed hard against the underside of his dick forcing it against the roof of my mouth while my tongue grinded around the sensitive underside of his cock in circles.
I could hear soft moans like "ohhh ya..." and "fuck Fluttershy..." and "nnnngh." soon he was bucking up into my mouth, I could feel the tip of his member poke the back of my throat each time which only made me shake with pleasure; my hoof was on autopilot now as it frantically ravaged my pussy; I was making all kinds of lewd gurgling noises as my spit dribbled around his meat; I could only fit about two thirds of it in which was pretty sizable since a portion of it was covered by the sheath.
I slurped up the dribble as I continued to suck and suck. Why do they call it a blow job anyway? There's no blowing involved here, just sucking. Ah well.
I suddenly felt him frantically tapping my head; my ear twitched at the motion and I lifted off of his dick with an audible pop sounding at the point of my lips leaving the head of his dick. That kinda made me said, I immediately missed the feeling of that cock head in my mouth.
But he looked towards the staircase in panic; I turned to see the shadow of a pony beginning to descend the stairs so I immediately jumped under the blankets next to Caramel who covered himself up. We both put on the sleeping act as his mom entered into the basement space.
I couldn't help but swirl the pre-cum in my mouth, it tasted very salty and I wanted more.
Caramel's mom stood in front of the improve bed, "Caramel?" She sounded annoyed.
Oh gods... I hope we weren't too loud... oh I could feel myself dying of embarrassment right then and there. I wanted to shrink into the blankets and disappear; I was doubly embarrassed because my stupid pussy was still tingling wth excitement and my fucking hoof was soaked with my juices.
Caramel poked his head out from the covers, but to his credit he look d like he'd legitimately just woken up, "huh?" he asked in an extremely drowsy voice; oh... he's good...
"Why are you two sleeping in the same bed?" his mom asked, her voice still brimming with agitation.
I gulped.
Caramel mumbled before speaking, "I just thought it'd be easier." he rubbed his face; wow, still sticking with that 'i was sleeping' ruse. Well, points for devotion I guess.
"There's not a lot of beds down here ya know." he quipped.
His mom looked skyward and shook her head, "we have air mattresses you know."
Now I felt disappointed, was she gonna make us blow one up and have me sleep on it? I didn't even get my turn for pleasure! Da fuq?!
Caramel groaned, "well, it's like too late anyway." he dropped back into the sheets and seemingly passing out in his drowzy state.
His mom gave a huff of exasperation before heading upstairs.
After a few silent moments we both popped out of the covers laughing, "OK... ya... we gotta watch out for her." Caramel commented, "so I'll just tap you if I see her coming down OK?"
I nodded before rolling back over to my previous position post haste.
"Whoa, somepony's eaGER!" his voice cut off into a squeak as I hilted him in my mouth, this time I tried to swallow his dick and felt it prod a little further in the back of my throat, Oh geeze I wanted him to cum so bad, I wanted that jizz to fill my mouth up; I was salivating profusely as I fellated him as if my life depended on it; Caramel was a heaping mass of drool with his tongue sticking out the side of his mouth and eyes half lidded as he fucked my face.
I don't know why but I had the urge to be called a dirty filly; my mouth was currently occupied however so I settled for a conversation in my mind, 'ya you like sucking horse cock don't you you little fucking slut?' 'mmhmm!' I responded to the non existent voice, the mental dirty talk only increased my horny attitude and I began slamming my mouth up and down on Caramel's dick until he squeeked out, "Flutters.. i-I'm gonna..." I felt his dick throb particularly hard, I pulled away just enough so that the tip wasn't down my throat and instead it was inside my mouth.
I felt him bust his load in my mouth. I don't know what I was expecting.. maybe a giant ridiculous spurt like in the hentai videos. But real dicks don't do that; I felt the pressure of the hot liquid shoot into my mouth. It must have spurted like... four times? The dick throbbed particularly hard with each spurt; the total amount of jizz wasn't all that much actually, certainly not enough to spill out around his dick or require me to swallow.
And then the stuff hit my tongue and suddenly I felt like a dissatisfied customer who'd suffered false advertisement. The precum was delicious, salty like if you sucked on a peanut shell and the salt got mixed in with your saliva and you then had a salty liquid in your mouth. That's what it tasted like and I liked it a lot. The actual product that he shot out though? Naaaaasssttttyyyyy! Ugh, the only word I could use would be revolting, it reminded me of those vitamino's cereal that nopony's ever heard of, they used to serve it in those tiny square plastic bins at the elementary school I went to. I thought I was better than everypony by choosing the healthy cereal. It tasted nasty. And Caramel's semen tasted EXACTLY like them. Does that mean it's full of vitamins?
*snicker* oh fuck you, that's funny. I don't care if it's gross that's hilarious; Try our new product! Cum in your mouth! Full of 15 healthy vitamins that are just stupendous for the body! Remember mares, swallow not spits and soon you'll be practically glowing!
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So anyway, I started to pull away, I was a now agitated at the foul taste and pissed off that his load didn't overflow in my mouth like I was expecting. Stupid hentai videos and their unrealistic sex scenes... So ya, I tried to compensate by pulling my face away slowly, the light in front of the front door at the top of the stairs was the only light we had, casting a soft glow over the area, it was pretty nice actually.
So I forced the sperm to the front of my mouth and made some of it ooze out between my lips and the outer edges of his dick to give the appearance that it was overflowing; he watched in memorized fascination, I guess he liked the show.
So then I pulled away completely and spat out the rest of that nasty ass stuff, I wiped my face and made a series of 'blech' sounds.
"Not that good huh?" Caramel chuckled.
I glared at him in a mocking fashion, "no!" I yelled in false anger and puffed out my cheeks in what I assumed was an adorable fashion.
He laughed.
Then we switched positions, I scuttled across the bed and he shuffled to my previous position. Now I was lying on my back, he dug his face in between my spread legs. Any awkwardness and hesitation was completely dissolved as we now confidently proceeded. Funny, after just one little blowjob, sex seemed like the most casual thing in the world, like it's an ice breaker or something...
So I lay confidently and comfortably on my back with my head resting against the back of the improve bed, I looked up towards the stairway as it was now my turn to keep watch. And then I felt it, oh that wonderful feeling of having somepony's face buried in my crotch.
It felt just like my sister. OK that's fucking weird out of context, I meant as in it didn't feel half assed; one thing I'll give my sister, she is VERY talented at eating a mare out and had passed those skills onto me, and I could tell by the enthusiasm and skill that Caramel was showcasing, he'd done this before. And apparently learned quite a lot. He was doing everything I'd do to me if I were in his position and I have to give comendments to him for that.
It's hard to eat a pussy out just right, it's easy to get it wrong. Lick the same spot over and over, pay too much or too little attention to the clit, forget to combine licking with suckling and tongue prodding. It's kind of a delicate art that's wrapped up in ferocity.
I think it's easier for mares to eat other mares out, I mean, we have a vagina, we know what would feel good down there so we could just imagine 'hmm, what would I want her to do to me?' and then you just project that out onto the mare's pussy.
But for guys who don't even have a vagina, they have nothing to go on; they're going by sheer trial and error. So I guess either Caramel's just got natural talent or he's eaten a lot of mares out before me. That didn't surprise me though, Caramel's hot, and has a magnetic personality, I'm betting he's had at least a dozen past relationships. I later found out that yes he had and with both genders too.
Anyway, so he was eating me out, it's weird but I can't really describe what he did in too much detail; I can't see his tongue from the angle I was at so all I had to go on was pure feeling, and all I was really feeling was just pleasure, not specific targeted areas of my vagina though, just general pleasure, I mean, I vaguely could register tiny little senses of physical tongue around the rim of my pussy and occasionally I think he dipped his tongue inside but I'm not too positive on that note.
All's I know is that it didn't take long for my first orgasm. And within a minute or so I was onto my second. That's the cool thing about having a vagina, when mares orgasm they've still got fight left in them to go again and again and again and again. I once tried to see how many times I could cum in one session; after like.. 9 orgasms my hooves got really sore so I just stopped but I think I could have kept going if I had the means to do so.
Anyway, he ate me out, I liked it, and I think I came like three times before I wrapped my hind legs around his head. It felt all fuzy and comfy; I got a strange nostalgic feeling of being a little filly with my teddie bear clenched between my hind legs pretending it was eating me out. And now here we are! And I actually AM being eaten out! And I looooooved it! *giggle*
So then I looked down and saw his muzzle drenched in my juices and that just got me even more turned on, I saw his cute ears twitching and I licked my lips, I pressed my forehooves into the back of his head and forced it into my crotch. And holy fucking shit I was NOT prepared for the pain that followed. See, his maw was actually inserted into my vagina and it popped my cherry and FUCK MY LIFE THAT GODS DAMN HURT!
I recovered quickly though as I felt his tongue dart out. I don't know if it actually darted out or not but I was feeling like a pleasure ring deep inside my cervix and I assume that was his tongue spinning in circles around my inner tube.
I wonder if he tasted the blood?
If he did he evidently didn't react to it right away. I put my all into this next orgasm, practically crushing his head with my hind legs as my forehooves shoved none to gently against the back of his head; at the time I wasn't exactly concerned about whether or not he could breath, and my mane fell back against the the bed sheets sprawling out and filled with sweat.
That last climax made me rumble, I felt my womb, vagina, anus, that entire section of my body jiggle. And like that it was over.
I finally released him and he pulled his maw out of my pussy with a suction cup noise which almost made me wanna laugh. His face didn't make me laugh though, it was covered in blood.
Actually it kinda made me a little excited. Oh ya, I later discovered through soul searching that I have a blood fetish with sex. Anyway, he wiped his mouth and grinned a big stupid grin, probably feeling so proud of himself that he made his marefriend cum.
"How was it?" I asked with a snicker.
"Sour." he answered; fair enough. My sister tasted pretty sour down there. I wonder if that's universal? I don't remember too well 'cause it was so long ago now but ya... i'm pretty sure it was somewhere along the lines of sour.
"Hmm." I answered back. Not much else to say is there?
But we weren't done yet.
Caramel gulped nervously, "Um... I wanna try something..."
Now how should I react to that?
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Evidently I react with an awkward silence. He and I stared at each other for several moments; funny how the blissful afterglow of sex can be so readily destroyed. Stupid Caramel... he's lucky he's cute.
"Go on." I found myself urging.
Caramel bit his lip before ducking under the makeshift bed and pulling out something that I certainly didn't expect. A strap on of all things.
My eyes widened and I honestly found myself intrigued; I would be lying if I said I hadn't fantasized about fucking a guy in the ass. so naturally I nodded the affirmative when he asked if I'd be willing to rut him like a bitch in heat.
So I slapped the thing on while he bent over and poked that sexy rump in the air for me to climb on top of. I clambered over him and popped that sucker in. I couldn't really feel what the phallus was feeling but the double end inside me jiggled around the edges of my already sensitive areas made up for it.
He whimpered at first as the tip refused to enter, I thought that maybe something was wrong until he glared back at me, "ya have to lube it up!" he snapped as if it were common sense. Which I suppose it was, but hey, I've never done anything like this before, give me a break!
"Uh... with what?" I asked in embarrassment.
"Suck on it, duh?" he replied.
"...It touched your anus already, I'm not putting it in my mouth." I said with a deadpan. Kind of weird when you think about it, how is a dick any less dirty? Left over dried piss, germs from your hoof when you clop, dried cum forming bacteria colonies; and all the while the hot air filled temperature around your crotch and inside your dick sheath provides the perfect atmosphere. And yet the anus was still a dirtier place in my mind. Weird.
Caramel groaned before turning around and planting his mouth onto it himself. I was stunned in pure shock. After some lewd sucking noises and an uncomfortable antsy feeling in my crotch form the opposed end of the strap on, he re-assumed the position. Heh heh... assume the position! Heh... assume... that's a silly word. Right, distraction, sorry.
So I prodded his entrance once more and this time I managed to plop a few inches in eliciting a sharp gasp of pain from him, "easy!" he whined, "take it slow! Geeze, don't break me."
I snickered at that, and I don't feel guilty about it.
After easing my way in at a much more leisurely pace, I began slowly thrusting in and out in what I assumed was a standard procedure or at least I hoped it was. It was kinda pleasurable on my end but not particularly so.
After a while he stuck his hoof down to his stallionhood and began jerking himself while I leaned over completely on top of him and hugged my forelegs around his chest. I felt so comfortable in this position, not to mention aroused; I gently bucked into him while he mewled adorably underneath me, at this point I felt more like I was getting off from my own excitement rather than actual pleasure.
Eventually he came and collapse flat onto the bed causing my hips to slid off and the strap on to slide out. It wasn't great but it was good. I didn't actually orgasm at any point but it was fun and I enjoyed it, just wasn't quite enough stimulation on my end to climax, oh well I was tired anyway, I detached the device and slid it underneath the couch-bed before snuggling up to Caramel under the covers.
I was genuinely happy at that moment, cuddling there with my sexy coltfriend, we fit very well in each other's arms; our physical shapes matching pleasantly as we dozed off. I was very content then... holding my own personal coltfriend, my special somepony who I could have fun special times with...
Night turned into day, we ended up back at his grandpa's house in Ponyville. I slept over there as well, we had sex in his grandpa's room which was soooooo awkward for me but I ignored my own discomfort for Caramel's sake, he didn't have any condoms so we just stuck to oral which I was OK with. We played around the next morning but it wasn't much more than foreplay and hoof jobs; oh here's a quandary, why do guys suck at hoofing mares? I mean, they complain about mares being terrible at jerking a guy but do they realize how horrible they are at playing with a mare's vagina?
Anyway, our relationship continued fairly well for about three weeks.
I kept bumping into Lucky on the street when I'd wonder aimlessly through Ponyville to meet with Caramel. I'd known him since I was little though not directly, I used to hang out with his little sister until she moved away. But I'd never really got to know Lucky all that well. He was definitely an odd ball; from what I remember of him he had a bunch of strange books and candles in his room.
I later found out that he's a Wican so I guess that explains a lot.
Rainbow Dash suggested that she, I, Lucky, and a few others get together at the community pool in Ponyville; I really like swimming so I readily agreed. We had a lot of fun there, but while there I got to talking to Lucky, I also saw him in swimming trunks which is weird since ponies don't normally wear clothes but yet we all have swim suits... anyway, I couldn't help but notice how attractive he'd grown over the years; he was about... two years older than me I think; anyway, we talked for a bit in floating inner tubes.
We talked about life, this and that and what not. Things somehow turned to him hitting on me, or at least saying that I looked hot; I commented back that he wasn't half bad himself. He joked about how he wishes he'd asked me out a long time ago. I don't know why but... I suggested that he still could. And you know the strangest thing about it? Not once did I think about Caramel through the whole conversation. So before I knew it, I had a second coltfriend. After the pool we both found an excuse to discretely make our way out towards the bike trail. We managed to find our way to his house, his parents were apparently too busy getting high on who knows what to notice us enter the complex and make our way downstairs into the basement.
That was the first time I'd ever tried a '69' I honestly prefer just taking turns, 69ing forces you to divide your attention between your own pleasure and that of your partner, it's just not very efficient. Plus he wasn't nearly as talented as Caramel and tongue fucking. And I don't like that angle for sucking a stallion off quite honestly.
It wasn't until afterwards that I let slip that I was currently in a relationship with Caramel. He didn't seem to mind too much saying that 'being tied down' was stupid. At the time I was inclined to highly agree with that sentiment although now a days I would never even consider multiple partners in a relationship. Relationships are complex enough as is you know?
Anyway, time passed, a few days later I was hanging out with Caramel when the guilt was ripping me apart; I didn't seem to care in the pool or when I was trying to swallow Lucky's dick but when I was actually physically near Caramel the full ramifications of what I'd done hit me like a ton of bricks. I spilled everything.
Caramel shrugged, "I don't care if you date others, it's not like I own you or anything." he said.
I blinked... did I hear that correctly?
Well hay, if neither of them had a problem with it then I wasn't going to complain about the situation.
But of course, things are rarely so simple. I pretended like it was OK. It wasn't. Of course it wasn't. How could it be?
Caramel and I began hanging out less and less. I rarely saw much of Lucky. Sometimes all three of us would hang out as friends, the two got along pretty well. I entertained the fantasy of a hot threesome with some sexy sloppy colt and colt action but Caramel popped a needle in that balloon all quick like, "I like him but I just can't see us doing anything sexual." well... shit...
I bought some more hair dye for my mane as the black stripes were beginning to fade. After the application I went down to Ponyville headed for the library when I bumped into Lucky. We laughed and talked. We got around to flirting and suddenly we were headed for his house with dirty intentions in mind. Unfortunately fate has a way of pissing on your parade and decided to fuck us instead of letting us fuck each other by having his house doors locked and he happened to forget his keys inside.
We spent like an hour looking for unlocked windows, hidden keys under mats and what not but we never found anything. It really sucked because we were in fall and it was kinda getting chilly out. Thanks to genetics I was fine being a Pegasus but I could see Lucky starting to shiver as he hand't dressed for the weather. He had an idea about going into the tool shed but the musty smell and unappealing visage of hanging shovels and lawn mowers wasn't exactly a turn on; the mixture of frustration and cold made it impossible for Lucky to get a hard on and I didn't really feel like stuffing my face in his sheath just to get his dick out while laying on uncomfortable splinter filled wood.
He felt like crap when we decided to just screw the whole thing and leave; I could see the guilt on his face mixed with shame, I don't know why he was taking it so hard, I mean, ya it's kinda annoying to get excited about sex only for the prospect to be ruined by unfortunate circumstances but what can you do?
I offered him a smile, "wanna go bug Derpy?" he managed smiled back at that.
So weeks passed. Things stayed somewhat awkward between me and Lucky, they never were really 'normal' particularly because we had such different philosophies; he liked to gamble and take his chances, I liked to play it safe. He was Wican and I was Celestial Convocate, that was perhaps the biggest issue, he had major problems with the church and ranted about witch turnings and how much of an asshole the church was and how the priests are all just foalfiddlers and use the donation money for themselves.
I was pretty pissed off when he'd go on like this, I'd always keep silent on my own opinions like Necessaryshy always does but I was not a happy camper. One time me, Lucky, and Caramel were all walking along when we passed by a church and he made the 'up yours' sign with his forehooves which kinda set me off in my head but again, I kept quiet I seem to be good at that and keeping everything bottled up inside.
But it wasn't just that, Lucky's an asshole; he really is. He likes to push his luck and just speak his mind openly, like, to the point that he blatantly offends other pone's beliefs and personal views, he outright insults ponies and doesn't give a shit about how much he hurts them.
Eventually our relationship just kinda dissolved as we saw less and less of each other. We never officially broke up, hay, I don't even know if we were really together.
Caramel seemed distant. Like, VERY distant; not sure what the issue was, I wasn't dating Lucky anymore so what was the problem? I don't even remember what happened but somehow we got into an argument and broke up. He started dating Marmalade, or Peach Preserves or whatever the fuck her name is, for a while while I stewed over once again fucking up a triangle relationship.
Why do they call them triangle relationships anyway? With Carrot Top and Berry Punch it was a mutual thing, all three of us were attracted to the other two. But with Lucky and Caramel I was attracted to the two and each of them were attracted solely to me but not each other.
Ugh, anyway, life dredged on, I had like four teeth pulled because they weren't falling out fast enough I guess, I damn near pissed myself on the way to the dentist and wished they'd just knocked me out. Instead they shot my gums with Novocaine and I stayed conscious and alert through the entire ordeal. Horrifying... just... horrifying... the pain was least of my problems, it was the psychological trauma of feeling the metal pressed against my tooth, I was afraid that it would slip off and hit the back of my throat ripping it open or something.
Seriously that was a legitimate fear I had.
Anyway, I was staying at my cousin's for a while in Ponyville when I got a knock at the door. I opened it to see Caramel of all ponies. I invited him in. Even if we weren't together we were still friends; usually that saying is bullshit but Caramel and I just cliqued in that special way that no matter what happened between us we'd always be close.
We talked and hung out in the basement. My cousin was off hanging out with his friends while my uncle was upstairs doing who knows what on the computer. Somewhere in our conversation we turned towards his past relationships where I found out that he and Marmalade had broken up. I wanted to laugh in victory in a sort of possessive 'if I can't have him nopony can' way but I couldn't bring myself to be that much of a bitch.
We talked for a while longer. We sat on the couch watching TV for a while. I scooted close. He didn't seem to mind. I snuggled up to him. He nuzzled me.
And within seconds we went from 'hi how are you' to 'i missed you so much' make-up-sex.
Yum, I got to have some of that sexy cock in my mouth again. And then he slurped my pussy like there was no tomorrow. We had to be quiet though since catching my uncle's attention probably wasn't ideal given our current situation. During which we role played a brother and sister scenario which heavily turned me on.
Afterwards we were cuddling when there was a knock at the door.
We both headed up the stairs and answered it, and guess who the fuck it was! Lucky.
I stared blankly at him with surprise and confusion as to why he was here. I then turned back to Caramel. And then to Lucky. And back. And then the gravity of the current situation hit me like a ton of bricks. Oh gods... I hope Caramel doesn't think that I got back with Lucky or that Lucky thinks we're still together just 'cause we didn't officially break up.
I immediately felt very awkward and very uncomfortable. I hit behind my mane letting out a small 'meep' while the two colts stared blankly at one another.
I'm sure there was some kind of subliminal conversation at hoof but at the moment I didn't particularly care, I just wished somepony could just shoot me. Eventually Lucky shook his head, "hey guys, long time no see."
Long time indeed.
Caramel gave a nervous laugh, "ya, so, what'cha up to?" "not much I guess..." "that's cool..." "ya..." "mhm..." "well I guess it was nice to see ya, gotta run."
And then Lucky left.
I stood petrified like a statue at the doorway thinking 'what just happened.'
Then Caramel spoke up, "hey uh... I gotta get going too so... see ya later." and then he just left.
I shut the door after several blank and uncomfortable minutes. "... what... the fuck... just happened..."
Well, THAT could have gone better.
I didn't wanna think about his any longer so I just went downstairs to watch TV.
A couple weeks passed, Caramel broke up with me -again- something about me wanting more of a brother sister relationship instead of a coltfriend marefriend relationship. Why? Just because we role play a lot? Although I did take it pretty far I guess.
So ya, we broke up. And I was pissed -again- and felt stupid for believing in love -again-. I didn't talk to Caramel or Lucky for a few weeks. When I felt like being on talking terms with them again I was informed that they were now dating each other. "WHAT?! Son of a... oh fuck it, I don't care anymore..."
Their relationship didn't last long anyways. They'd be on and off every so often, they kind of used each other as a rebound for their notoriously short flings with other ponies of both genders. Caramel and I became like genuine siblings, sexual attraction faded away in time and he became my closest and most reliable friend aside from Rainbow Dash. Strange how such a pure friendship emerged from the ashes of that shit storm I call a romance but hey, it all worked out for the best right? We all learned some lessons and had good times. Years later we came to laugh about the whole thing, oh and apparantly the reason Lucky stopped by was because he did indeed think we still had some weird thing going and got a bunch of condoms with the plan of taking me to a hotel.
I was kinda pissed about that actually, still am. Not because he wanted to do that but because I missed out on genuine sex. I still to this day have never had a penis in my vagina and if Caramel had just come hours later or not come at all I could've had the night of my life with Lucky. Damn circumstances... stupid... frickin... universal irony... bitch...
Oh well, I got over it. Anyway; the early days of winder were beginning to arrive when the dam build up between my mom and dad finally burst. It was kinda sad actually. They argued, they screamed, they told each other to go fuck themselves... and it was over. They both told me flat out that they were sick of each other and that this was it. No amount of my crying was going to fix anything.
Wow, do relationships just have a habit of breaking around me or something? I took it well though, all things considered. I was kind of getting sick of my dad anyway, he'd been increasingly jerkish over recent months or maybe my teenage mind was just noticing things I didn't beforehoof. We'd grown really close ever since my mom began losing weight with a new diet plan since that meant my dad and I needed to fend for ourselves food wise.
My dad taught me to cook and I learned very fast. Turns out I have a natural talent for it and I really enjoy it, I started picking out every recipe in my mom's cook book that looked good; I still have it actually.
So I would usually cook for my dad and I; my mom was always off running or flying or doing some kind of exercise while my dad and I just sat on our asses in the living room watching movies and talking about life. I never really knew my dad before then but we actually have a terrifying amount of stuff in common; I'm like a little female clone of him. Seriously... it was kinda creepy how well we got along... you think it's funny but it's not. We would finish each other's sentences that's how bad it was.
Ya, sad.
So anyway, mom and dad broke up, I was kinda pissed but it was a dull ache to be honest. Anyway as I said, my dad had been kinda getting on my nerves lately so I didn't defend him from my mom's yelling and complaints like I usually do. My mom's really loud by the way; my dad's extremely loud but he rarely gets that way, he's usually very quiet. Big guy though, real strong and hardy, he's a carpenter, my mom's an accountant, real good with numbers.
They got together when they were really young. One day my dad just got brutally honest with me and flat out told the truth about how our little family came to be, mom was supposed to be a one night stand but she secretly didn't take any birth control pills because she wanted a foal. She got it. Me. My dad was guilt tripped into marrying her by her family since he'd been the one who'd knocked him up, kind of a shotgun wedding.
To say I was shocked was an understatement; I was unplanned -well on dad's side anyway- I was conceived before my parents were married and worst of all, my mom didn't even deny it, she confirmed every bit of dad's story. I was mortified! Weren't foals supposed to be planned and conceived on a romantic special night with all their toys and room set up beforehoof? Apparently not. Most pregnancies aren't planned, they're the results of drunken mistakes and lack of birth control, that's the sad truth of the matter; usually the only one's who plan having foals are those who have trouble conceiving or same sex couples.
*sigh* anyway, my dad stayed around at the house for a few weeks since he didn't really have anywhere to go. A little sad I'll admit. My mom went straight to dating... while dad was still in the house... even I as an emotionally unstable hormonal teenager knew that wasn't alright.
My dad would grumble about it sometimes but didn't say anything to her on the matter; he bottles things up like I do. It was kind of nice to know that there was another pony who looked at life the way I did. We became less like father and daughter and more like best friends.
I felt disillusioned throughout the whole thing though I mean... your parents breaking up doesn't happen to you... it just happens to everypony around you right? You see it in shows, you hear about your friends and you see your cousins but not your parents... no, they'd never do that do you right? I was in shock... for a long time too.
When did my dad move out? Oh that's easy, one day he was arguing with mom about how open she was being with her dating, she blew through like, 3 or 4 guys a month and that wasn't exactly setting her up as a good role model for me. They got into a big fight expressing ones self and responsibilities as a parent.
My dad asked if there truly was not a drop of romantic love left in the tattered remains of their relationship. She responded instantly with a deadpan no. Without even needing to think about it... ouch... even I felt that sting in that.
He said that if that's how she felt then she should just tear up some music sheet that he wrote, I guess it was a sheet with lyrics for a song that he wrote for her early in their relationship and it was apparently something very special. Aaaaaand mom ripped it up like a shitty contract. And that was the only time I ever saw my normally calm and stoic father explode with pure rage. I'd seen him get angry and shout before but those were just small stressed burst of venting frustration. This wasn't a vent, this was pure unadulterated rage. No, it was more then that, it was pure hate.
I think he actually made my mom cry after a while, he was screaming all sorts of obscenities at her that I didn't even know existed in the Equestrian language; he pointed out all her flaws and eventually resorted to brass tax petty insults, calling her a whore and an ugly old fat bitch, he poked shots at every insecurity she had. And she has a lot of insecurities.
Great, now I felt bad for both parents and hated them both at the same time, first mom was a dick to dad and I felt sorry for him, now dad's being an insensitive jerk to mom and I feel bad for her; ugh, it was just a colossal cluster-fuck.
I will admit that I took a tiny bit of sick twisted pleasure in the way she curled up into a ball and sobbed after he stormed out of the room and slammed every door he encountered; I'd been resenting her for a while for breaking our family; dad was more than willing to go to couple's counselling to help repair their relationship, he knew they had issues for many years and wanted to fix them. But mom... I don't know; for whatever reason she just didn't go for it. I have no idea why, never asked. I'm guessing that she had her reasons, maybe she just got sick of him after a while, maybe she just hated him, maybe she was just sick of his lazy bull crap. Or maybe she was just plain unhappy. How can you sleep in the same bed as somepony who makes your life miserable? I sure as hell couldn't. So maybe there was no bad guy, maybe there was no black and white, no sides to pick, no hero and villain; just two ponies who's relationship had run it's course. It got pretty far, 18 years isn't bad. Fuck of a lot longer than any of my own relationships at the time which seemed to have a knack for disintegrating after only a few weeks.
Sometimes life just sucks. 'Cause that's how life is, it isn't fair, it doesn't pick favorites; it just is. And we have to deal with it.
So dad move out and went to stay with a friend for a while. I found solace in my pet Wyvern Link.
Dad bought Link two years before the break up, the most adorable thing I'd ever seen; Wyverns are sort of like pet dogs for Pegasi, I remember picking him up from the Wyvern handler; on the way home in the carriage he was shuffling around in his small kennel. He couldn't have been bigger than 12 inches or so, he was this tiny plump little thing and sooooooo adorable!
When we got inside the house the first thing he did was pee himself which was both disgusting and cute. Then he walked over to the stairs where Ypson our Sylph glared at him. Sylphs are feline flying creatures, kind of like cats to Pegasi, oh it was hilarious; poor Link scrambled up the stairs to sniff Ypson who wasn't that much bigger than him despite being about 10 years old. As soon as his snout was within range, Ypson gave him a right hook with a declawed paw that knocked him down the stairs along with a predatory hiss.
Ya, Link learned to stay out of Ypson's way from that day on.
A few months later Ypson got sick and died; I balled my eyes out but recovered in time. After that Link became my best buddy, we'd fly around together, play in the park in Ponyville, or chase each other in our backyard; whenever Rainbow Dash came over Link would immediately tackle her to the ground and smother her in slobbery kisses it was so funny, she still has a problem around Wyverns even to this day though she'd never admit it.
Link needed a special leash to keep him restrained in the backyard since he was a little explorer who like to fly off if he got free. Oh the poor thing was so hyper and innocent, had no idea how to survive in the wild so it was important to keep him restrained.
Anyway, we formed a very strong bond with one another; whenever I came home from school filled with frustration he'd always brightened my day. We grew so close. He was my little Link and I was his mama. I... *sniff* oh gods I miss him... y-you ever have that one special a-animal friend that just completes you?
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I remember days when my family was still a family... dad and mom watching TV while I tumbled around the floor with Link and snuggled with him at night when I couldn't sleep. Best buddies forever...
Anyway... dad moved out, right... Rainbow Dash's sixteenth birthday came up reminding me of my seventeenth birthday 4 months into the future; I didn't really know how comfortable I felt about that... Growing up I mean...
The party was fun I guess... I couldn't really enjoy it though I mean... well... you know... with everything I'd been through to this point... And Link's cuddly comfort could only help so much...
So I found solace in Rainbow Dash; a few weeks after her birth day I started hanging out with her more and more. Normally we only hung out at my house but we started having sleep overs at her own.
And I was not prepared for what I saw, I can tell you that... what they had... was... kick... ass... Rainbow Dash's parents had put funding into and earned royalties from a company that designed enchantments; they... oh geeze, it still makes my head spin thinking about it, they had the coolest looking mansion of wood and marble sitting on top of the cloud layer supported by enchantments; it was insane I can't even... it was amazing.
I remember gawking at it and nearly falling out of the sky when we arrived; Rainbow Dash rolled her eyes like it was no big deal; they even had a giant garage filled with top quality hunting and fishing equipment, they had magic powered motorcycles and ATVs it was... it was impressive.
But again, Dash just waved it off like it was nothing. I never knew that she lived in such luxury; "geeze Dashie, you're parents are rich!"
"...They're not my parents..." Dash grumbled.
Apparently Dash is adopted, her mother gave her up after she was born, apparently she couldn't afford to raise a filly on her own. Dash had been in and out of orphanages her whole life until these ponies picked her up when she was 10.
So anyway, we had sleep overs, we spent Nightmare Night around her house it was pretty fun. And there were sleep overs where we did that kind of bonding that only the closest of friends can do. We mostly played video games, watched anime or talked about colts -usually in a perverted light-. Oh and Dashie is a sore looser in mortal combatant by the way, I always had to go easy on her and make it look like I just barely won and even throw a few fights. One time she started breaking about her 'skills' so I wiped the floor with her and she threw her controller out the ground and turned the game off. Real mature Dashie, real mature.
One time we went up onto a very high cloud above her home and we just talked the day away for like 8 hours. We joked, we teased, we wrestled, we debated which of our favorite anime characters would win in a fight, we even spent hours role playing a fantasy world where we were stuck in a building full of hot horny stallions who were after our honey pots. At night we looked through hentai on her computer or through her dirty magazines of playfilly. We both found that we had a preference for feminine colts in socks and panties.
We discussed personal things too, like how our current living situations were going; what we wanted to do when we grew up, stuff like that. We also debated our favorite sex positions, Dash says she'd never suck a stallion off no matter how much she liked him, I went on about how she didn't know what she was missing; don't ask me why, I just like sucking dick, it's just a preference that gets me wet between my legs. Apparently Dash had lost her virginity at an early age, sexually abused by her grandfather when she was 6. Wow, and I thought I had it bad...
But at the same time it was nice to have somepony to relate to yet again. We had a lot of the same issues actually; we were both fucked up in the head, both perverted, both had issues although I'd say in a 'who's scar is worse' competition Rainbow Dash would definitely win. My family might be fractured but at least I have have a family.
OK so here's where my life gets complicated. It all started with that gods damn mother fucking prick Jericho. I'll hate that mother fucker for as long as I live. As I had said, my mom was sifting through a lot of guys but she eventually seemed to settle on one; Jericho, a Pegasus from Manehatten. Reasons to hate him? Right off the bat, he's a bible thumper. The bad kind. He's also a prejudice mother fucking bigot who hates gays, liberals, scientists and pretty much everything else that most zealot fanatics hate.
And what pissed me off the most was that I'm religious too. But he was just like a screaming reminder as to why a lot of ponies hate those who are open about being Celestia Convocates. And he was old school Convocation too; which I admittedly was too -kinda ironic since I should be burning in Tartaurus by the old school rules-.
At first he seemed like an OK guy. He was nice, friendly, charismatic; you get the idea. Mom had brought me to his house a few times where I met his daughter Amber Sands; I immediately liked her, three tone black, purple, and green mane obviously dyed, emo piercings and a facial expression that said 'I fucking hate my life and it's all my dad's fault' she was obviously one of those unfortunate foals that was forced to endure the prejudice upbringing of a religious bigot and she hated it with a passion.
She reminded me a lot of Caramel actually so we got a long well, I met her coltfriend Jiff Peanut, really mellow quiet stallion, cool guy.
And then there was Antz, I hate him almost as much as Jericho. At the time he just seemed like a quiet guy but eventually he'd become the next big bully in my life and I wouldn't be able to do a thing about it.
Anyway; my mom and Jericho dated for some time. Occasionally I would be brought down there and some times Amber would be brought to my house. It's so funny, I felt kinda awkward around her; just 'cause of the situation 'my parent is dating your parent and we're stuck hanging out as a result' but it's funny 'cause I had no idea at the time how much I'd come to adore her and Jiff in the future.
Then came that day... the one I'll never forget... I came home from school it was winter... I got inside my cloudshouse and walked around. Mom and Jericho were talking to each other in front of the back glass sliding doors. I got bored. I searched for Link. Couldn't find him anywhere. I asked mom if he was outside on the leash.
Her eyes almost immediately averted mine, after a while she said, "well honey, he somehow got out of the leash and-" "WHAT! WHY AREN'T YOU OUT LOOKING FOR HIM?! WHY DIDN'T YOU SAY THIS EARLIER?!"
I spazed the fuck out; Link's like my little foal! Mama's gotta find him! I suited up in the warmest gear I could find, mom tried to calm my down saying that a storm was brewing; I didn't listen, I didn't care. All that mattered was Link. I couldn't lose him. Not after losing so much already, I needed one constant in my life. Just one.
I searched for an hour. I didn't find him. I only looked around the neighborhood; the blizzard over Ponyville made going there impossible. I didn't find him. I was tired, hungry, cold, and angry. How could mom not go after him herself or at least notify me as soon as I got home that he'd gotten off his leash? He'd done it before, found a way to get out of his leash; despite being a dope most of the time he was actually a very smart Wyvern.
I never found him. I went home and cried myself to sleep ignoring my mom's comforting words. I looked for him the next day, and the day after that, and after that. Naddah. He was gone. Dead or alive? I had no idea. I never saw him again. Dad swears that he saw him with some other family a few years later; dad would know, he's as good with animals as I am can recognize two identical animals apart. Whether this was true or he was just trying to comfort me I don't know. But I definitely want to believe the former.
A couple weeks later I found out from Jericho that my mom had been the one that unhooked Link's leash and let him off into the sky.
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Apparently she was sick of cleaning up the shed skin.
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I never looked at my mom the same way ever again.
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We moved in with Jericho, the cost of living in our own cloudhouse was too much with only one paycheck. Seemed like the smart thing to do didn't it?... Ya...
I was so fucking pissed.
Oh and guess where I wound up sleeping?! The basement. Unfurnished, cobwebs and rats basement with a dinky little two hoof long window in an otherwise pitch black room of concrete brick, cold and lifeless grey.
I... I-I could h-hear things moving around in the dark at n-night...
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I hated it there... so much... I hated it so bad... and I hated the ponies that lived there -except for Amber and Jiff- Fucking Antz was a prik beyond priks. It's not that he really did anything on a regular basis, it was just that when he did bully me he did in such a conniving way I wanted to beat that smile off his face UGH gosh I hate him. My only solace is that a few years after this whole section in my life he wound up back on the streets as a druggie with no home or friends.
OK so apparently Jericho is trying to be a charity case by letting his daughter's friends stay with them. Why she's friends with an asshole like Antz I'll never know. I think he picked on me because I looked weak and that annoyed him; growing up on the street he probably learned that weakness equals death or some bullshit like that, I don't care, I still fucking hate him and I hope he has to whore himself out to 70 year old fat bald stallions just so that he has money to eat.
You ever have bullies in your life? Imagine the worse one of them and then imagine having to live under the same roof as him. Ya, not cool.
But at least Amber and Jiff made it bearable somewhat; Amber became like a cool big sister while Jiff was like that awesome brother that everypony wants to have. They became my new family since I practically despised my mom at that point in my life. I'd warm back up to her eventually but at that point I could barely stand the sight of her. What's worse, she became like a drone, just doing whatever Jericho 'advised' her to do. Within a month they were talking about marriage 'gag'. And the whole time I had to listen to his literal preaching and bigotry 24/7 and I lost sleep as I was forced to hear him and his daughter screaming at each other each and every night upstairs; apparently she was just as fed up with his zealot asinine behavior as I was. I had never been so emo in my life.
But there were the rays of light in the dark. For instance, my dad moved back into our old house for the time being. Apparently even though it was sold we were still allowed to live in it until a buyer on the market was ready to move in. And since dad's name was technically on the deed he had every right to live there.
So every weekend I'd get to spend back in Cloudsdale with dad. I quickly came to cherish those precious weekends.
I spent time bonding with my dad, I found out that he began dating a mare named Freesia Delphinium. Now there was a name that popped out at me, if only because such a name was comprised of two very special flowers. A Freesia, bright, sophisticated blossoms spreading out against its stem with a grace not commonly found in the flower kingdom. It embodies grace under pressure and is the symbol of one who can keep their cool under difficult circumstances. And Delphinium, this cluster of pastel flowers represent a heavenly transcendence; symbolizing spiritual accomplishments and emotional growth.
Sounds like an interesting mare. I shrugged it off at the time but little did I know just how important she would become in my future, perhaps one of the most important and influential ponies of my life.
But at the time she was just my dad's marefriend and nothing more to me. A few weekends I'd spend hanging out with Rainbow Dash but usually just her visiting me at my dad's house.
Then came that one night... she'd called me up and asked if I could spend the night at her house. My mom gave the OK and the plan was laid out.
I spent that night trying to ignore the scratching sounds of things moving around in the basement as I thought about the fun I'd have at the sleep over. And then it came... It was just a thought... just a small thought; so minor, just an idle wondering but it was there... the absolute ridiculous notion that maybe during our little sleep over... we could... I don't know... experiment? Maybe? No, that's stupid, don't think like that.
But I did. I thought to myself, "I'm allowed my imagination!" and that night I clopped with a fury like no other thinking dirty thoughts about my best friend.
The weekend came up, one that I wouldn't soon forget.
I arrived there late into Saturday, highly excited to see Dash. I'd brought a tone of video games with me to but my dad confiscated them as he dropped me off saying that I needed to learn how to 'play outside like a normal pony' bah humbug! Dash just laughed at my pouting face.
We spent the day running around, flying, talking, watching TV. The entire time I had this ugly knot in my belly as those fantasies had grown into desire over the course of the night. But how do you ask your best friend if they want to have sex with you? She knew that I'm bisexual so I at least didn't have to explain that part.
Eventually we glided down to a river stream down on ground level. Down here we scuttled past the rock bed into the chilly waters. Why the hell we were going swimming in winter is beyond me. It would have been deathly fridged to most but to us it was just cold; yay Pegasus insulation! The flowing water passed by as we chipped the frozen bits of ice with our hooves while we swam by. It was fun.
We even had a mushy snowball fight. We were floating in the passing river when I asked that difficult question. Or rather I stammered it out, "Hey Dash?" "Ya?" "Um... so you know how like... I'm... ya know... into fillies and colts?" "...ya..." "well... have you ever... been you know... like, wanted to know what it was like?" "..." "Cause I've kinda wanted to you know... just do some stuff with you... you know just to try it out and stuff... it's kinda fun you know... I mean if you don't to that's completely OK I was just wondering you know... I can make you feel really good." Oh gods why did I say that last bit? That was just plane sad.
Rainbow Dash didn't answer, she silently floated on her back staring up at the sky, I was in much the same position so I couldn't read her facial expression.
Minutes passed... silence... oh the painful nagging silence...
"R-Rainbow Dash?"
"..."
"... Dashie?"
"..."
"... so... what do you think?"
"..."
"W-will... I mean, do you think-" "Yaokwhatever!" she said in a hastened fashion.
I lost balance in my floating position and dipped under before resurfacing, "R-REALLY?! YOU MEAN IT?!"
Rainbow Dash clamped a hoof over my mouth, "geeze keep it down! Ya I'll do it just keep your yap shut!" her face was beat read, her eyes avoiding mine as her ears flared and twitched heavy with agitation. She looked so adorable.
We headed back up to the cloudhouse with Dashie drooping her head the entire way.
When we reached the top of the cloudlayer and entered her home, we immediately made for the bathroom to take a nice hot bath. Fortunately thanks to us both being mares there wasn't anything weird about us sharing the tub, especially with how big it was. This was a normal thing for us anyway. But today... it was anything but normal.
RD looked flustered throughout the entire bath and kept strictly to her side of the tub which somewhat upset me. When I swam over to her to wash her back like I always do during our baths she flinched. She actually flinched when I touched her...
I hung my head and slunked back to my side of the tub. I think she felt a little bad because after a few minutes she crawled over and began washing my back.
When we were done bathing, we had dinner and got into her room where I saw the biggest tent ever set up in a large empty space on her floor. Big mansion equals big bedrooms which then equals big space for stuff like this. I stared in a stupor at the tent. "...wot..."
Dash's demeanor did a 180 as she saw the tent and suddenly she was back to the super hyper athlete "oh ya! Isn't this sick?! I got a new tent!" she flew over to it proudly before unzipping it and crawling inside.
Seeing nothing else to do but follow after her, I did just that. Inside the thing was very spacious, enchantments on it offered the smells and sounds of a forest; I could actually smell pollen and plant life found only in the Everfree while the sounds of crickets and squeaking little rodents rustled by.
I was in heaven. "This... is..." "AWESOME!" Rainbow finished with a flourish of her forelegs, her voice cracking in that adorable tomcoltish fashion.
With the strange behavior from before melted away, we talked like we usually do for a few hours until her mom told us to go to bed.
But of course we weren't going to sleep. Stars showcased themselves on the ceiling of the tent illuminating themselves as northern lights sailed gradually by emitting a beautiful and admittedly romantic light over the two of us.
I was getting excited. Rainbow Dash on the other hoof was back to being strange and distant. Our conversation broke off into a tangent of silence rearing its neck every time one of us tried to say something. I went from confused to concerned to annoyed very quickly and soon I just got up and trotted until my face was in Rainbow's the sudden motion startled her something fierce. She looked scared... which was incredibly bizarre, Rainbow Dash doesn't get scared! That's insane!
Dashie looked away and rubbed the back of her head, why is she so fucking nervous? I decided to push my luck, I leaned in and kissed her.
She bitched slapped the muthuh fuckin' shit outtah me.
I fell to the ground and cradled my aching cheek. I blinked in shock. It took me a few seconds before I could turn to see Rainbow Dash staring at the ground with a scowl on her face, sitting on her rump and scuffing the bottomg of the tent with a forehoof.
"Don't kiss me... don't ever kiss me..." she mumbled.
Well gee, maybe you could have given some fore warning that you don't like kissing there Rainbow Bitch?
"S-sorry." I mumbled out. Wow talk about a turn off.
Rainbow Dash coughed into her hoof, "right... sorry... I just... I don't wanna be kissed by a mare ya know? That's all..."
I nodded, "I understand." I really did too, I didn't like kissing all that much anyway; I found it boring and hard to breath while performing, much easier to lick somepony's lips than kiss them. I just thought that kissing was generally how sex began so...
But apparently there's another 'fucking your friends 101 manual' out there that I wasn't aware of, huh, fancy that.
OK then, I saddled up next to her trying to ignore the stinging in my cheek, "OK then, no kissing. No kissing on the lips right? Like could I kiss other places like your thighs and flank and stuff?" and there was the good ol' perversion, already the horny twitching of my pussy lips winking had returned.
Dash nodded, "Ya sure, whatever..." she mumbled in return.
Good enough for me!
I wasted no time in getting behind her and massaging her wings; at first she jumped a bit but then relaxed. I massaged them until they were nice and slack. Then I massaged her neck muscles and I guess she gets off on that because pretty soon her wings were stiff. Then I moved lower, getting lower back and then lower to her rump. Finally I began massaging her tail which caused her to mewl and gasp in the cutest sounds I've ever heard her make.
She stopped me after a while, "can we just, ya know, get to the good part?"
I swallowed hard and nodded; 'kinda wanted this to be special since you're so important to me but that's OK you can just throw away the romance Rainbow Dash' I thought bitterly.
"So uh... what can we like... do?" Dash asked full of nervousness as she shifted around like a filly that needed to pee. Funny that she was acting all nervous now when she'd been the one to suggest we 'get tot he good part'.
"Well, we can give each other head." I suggested.
Rainbow Dash nodded... then cringed, "ew, won't that taste gross?"
A bit sour but not too bad if you just focus on making the mare cum rather than what your taste buds are trying to complain to you about. "A little, I guess..."
Dash frowned. Then her face lit up "I got an idea!" she rushed out of the tent and was gone for all of ten seconds before returning with two juice boxes. "...wot..." I stared in utter confusion.
"You can put a little in your mouth and then you won't taste any piss or anything!" Dash said proudly.
It was simple, almost foalish, but smart.
"OK" I nodded approvingly.
She popped the straws into the juice boxes.
"So who'll go first?" I asked. Normally I liked to get serviced last but I wanted tonight to be about Rainbow Dash.
Rainbow Dash put a hoof to her chin, "hmm... how about we 69?"
Ugh, I walked right into that one didn't I? Fricking 69... I stated earlier that I hate the position and I still did. Still do.
But... tonight's about Dash. So I nodded.
I wasn't sure if she wanted to be on top or not but she surprised me by lying down on her side. She squirted some juice into her mouth and I copied the act before laying on my own side in front of her crotch to mouth.
We both hiked our top side hind leg over the other's head quickly buried our muzzle in the other's vagina. I had no idea of telling whether or not Dash was wet but I definitely was. Oh this was happening... this was really REALLY happening! I'm having sex with Rainbow Dash! This is real!
The juice did negate the tart flavor of Dash's pussy somewhat although the extra liquid in my mouth made it very hard to navigate my tongue and Dash wasn't fairing any better. I could feel first the cold liquid on my love tunnel making me shiver followed thereby Dash's tongue. Like I said, she wasn't fairing any better. Oh my goodness she was downright terrible at this. Even with the handicap of the juice it shouldn't have been THAT hard to get some decent pleasure!
But it was... oh my goodness there was no way I'd orgasm from Dash's ministrations. I on the other hoof was making some headway.
After a few minutes I pulled away and swallowed the juice. "Dash, wait."
Dash pulled her own face away and spat the juice out onto the tent canopy. Smooth dash... real class you got there...
"ya? are you done cuming?" Dash asked as she wiped her mouth.
I barked out a laugh, "HA! No, I'm sorry but I'm hardly feeling anything from you. Should we just take turns? I promise it'll be like a million times faster."
Dash grumbled to herself before lying on her back and spreading her legs.
OK, I guess she wants to go first then... that's cool, I like going last anyway.
I got down in front of her haunches and cracked my neck; here I was in familiar territory and knew what I was doing. I hooked my forelegs under her hind ones and dragged her close to my mouth, she slid along with a small squeak that brought a satisfied smile to my mouth as it began to water; I started down at Dashie's beautiful perfect sexy flower.
I licked my lips multiple times as my grin grew from ear to ear.
"Flutters... you're kinda creeping me out, can you just get on with it?" Dash piped in.
'Can you just let me enjoy this moment?' I thought in annoyance.
But I indulged her wishes and dove in; I wanted to go into foreplay, you know, kissing her thighs, licking her inner haunches and blowing along her pussy lips. But SOMEpony wants instant gratification!
Well you damn well better believe that I delivered!
"WOAH!" Dash exclaimed as her hind legs kicked out and pawed at the lair while my tongue assaulted her like a lawn mower slaying grass. I gave it my all with sheer enthusiasm; my tongue aggressively lapped, prodded, and coiled around every inch of her pussy inside and out that I could reach. I stopped here and their to suck her labia into my mouth stretching the skin and suckled on the sensitive flesh before letting it snap out of my mouth nibling ever so gently on her clit.
The whole time Dash mewled and gasped and made all manner of adorable sounds that only encouraged my ravenous behavior.
By her third orgasm I figured she'd had enough and pulled my face away completely splattered with her juices. I felt dirty. A good kind of dirty, the kind that I couldn't help but giggle in spite of.
Rainbow Dash looked up panting, her face flushed. Looks like she was enjoying herself. "Wh-why'd you stop?!"
Oh, selfish are we? Can't get enough of Fluttershy's seductive tongue? "Well what about MY turn huh?" I asked with mock hurt in my voice.
Dash chocked on her words and turned away.
We were silent for about a minute before a knot began to form in my stomach as I got the strangest feeling that something was wrong. "Uh... Dashie?"
"Can... is... is there like... another way?" she inquied.
"Another way for what?" I inquired right back.
Dash poked the tips of her forehooves together, "another way to... well... for me to ya know... get you off?"
I frowned, "is there a problem with giving me head?" for some reason outright saying 'lick my pussy' sounded dirty like I should avoid saying it despite the situation. Rainbow Dash sighed, "I really don't want to... it tastes nasty and the whole thing's gross.
Well gee, thanks Rainbow Dash, that'll do wonders for my self esteem, jackass.
I deadpanned, "well... I don't really- OH WAIT!" I plopped one for hoof into the other as if expecting a light bulb to appear above my head. I knew JUST what to do!
"I've been wanting to do this for a while. Here, get on your stomach, OK now spread your hind legs. More. More. Bring your knees forward. Like a frog! There you go." I then got in behind her, I lay down on my back and scooted up until our butts were touching. Then I hiked my hind legs up and scooched my pussy underneath Rainbow's until our labia were touching.
I press my forehooves down on Rainbow's flanks pushing her rump down into my crotch and began gyrating my hips around. We both let out soft moans as our vagina's stimulated the other's. I'd never experienced anything like this before but I'd always wanted to.
We grinded and grinded until I'd orgasmed about... 4 times I think? It was just so easy to cum. I was excited, the dirtiness of the situation, fucking my best friend it was just so hot! I have no idea how many times Rainbow Dash came but eventually I got tired and stopped moving as I panted.
"Y-you stopped again!" Dash whined.
I shop my head up, "why do I have to do all the work?! You've hips, make 'em dance girl!" I snapped back.
Dash groaned before grindind her crotch down into mine. This method was MUCH more effective than mine.
We went like that until we were tired, then we swapped positions with each other so that I was on top and did all the gyrating. Then when I got tired we'd switch again. I lost count of how many orgasms I had and so had Dash "I wasn't even counting." she commented with a giggle before mashing her pussy into mine. She'd begun the whole thing with a lot of reluctance but the end result was a very excited horny Rainbow Dash who was as eager to please me as I was to please her. I think at one point we even competed for who could keep up the gyrating longest. Dash won.
After we were both too tired to continue, covered in sweat and cum; Dash and I fell onto the ground on our sleeping bags. I snuggled up into her. She didn't wrap her legs around me in welcoming but she didn't shove me away either so that was something I guess.
And thus began our bumpy relationship. Oh the kinds of shit storms we'd cause in each other's lives in the future...
Well; I'm completely exhausted so I'm turning in for tonight.
Tomorrow I'll get into the next stage of my life where I met Freesia. It's thanks to that mare that I matured from that stupid mentally disturbed teenager into the Element of Kindness that I am today.
OK I'll continue tomorrow then.
So, this is me. Fluttershy. Soldiering on.
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