Author's Notes:

WARNING: Contains 'poetry'. The most egregious sections will be spoilered so you can skip them if you hate that sort of thing uwu

"So," you said to Glimmer Wing. "We did it."

"You did it," she said. Her face was glowing, blue-bright night-shine of the moon in hoof, wing, and tail. Nothing else glowed like that.

"For you," you said.

"Us," she corrected.

Are we going to be speaking each other's sentences forever?

As long as the moon rises and the sun sets.

As long as there are dreams and us to have them.

As long as there is.

"I'm sorry," you said. It felt natural to blurt out, even though celebration was everywhere. Somehow, you could hear an explosion off in the distance a million miles away, feel its vibrations in your skin, but not know anything about it. You could be in a room where time didn't mean anything until it was done. You could be. "I feel like I should know what to say. You uh, look... pretty."

"Shh."

She kissed you.

We've gone through this before: the difficulty of describing a kiss. You will picture yourself in a room with Glimmer Wing, who we've only described as well as someone who knew her through you knowing her, and put her and you next to the bed, her coat is light-blue, remember, periwinkle, sky-diamonds, and you're just a regular ol' human, jeans and a t-shirt, button-up if you're feeling fancy, which for the night, you probably were. Everything in the moments of intimacy takes on a descriptive quality of squishiness, ethereality, all of the lines blur at the edges and the movements between seconds no longer resemble still frames in a slide, but a giant painting that is being washed in motion, hand-swipes with a rag smudging every colour together and a cloud of them with the scheme of their shades and angles embedded in the center. It is very tempting to use poetry to communicate what love feels like, and only love is capable of explaining this. They have a lot to account for, currently.

When Glimmer Wing kissed you, it felt like intent. This is very hard to describe also, so bear with us. When you are in a room with something else alive, and you are certain of your own thoughts, what you will do or can do or may never do in any circumstance, you are nevertheless not aware of what someone else is thinking, and you will never be aware, and it will be impossible even if they describe it to you in as many words as possible for you to truly know what it is their reality consists of. And you will lament this fact or you will celebrate it. You can skip all the 'poetry stuff' if you want, we'll put a disclaimer bit at the beginning.

Here we go again.

When Glimmer Wing kissed you, it felt like the only other half of the universe moving into you. It felt like a body the size of gravity had shoved itself into your chest, and that was what a kiss was, it wasn't anything you'd seen in a movie with ponies putting their hooves on the sides of each other's faces, it wasn't slurpy or strong or dirty or gentle, it wasn't any adjective that it's useful to be able to recall. It was a game, each move recorded and responded in gestures faster than lightning on top of lightning. It was a dance, with atoms learning their first words, parts of desire never known before suddenly charted and dumped off in the horizon, via tornado or hurricane or fallen meteor. It was learning to speak to yourself, to hear the voice in the back of your heart opening your eyes and draining the world into them. Hunger and thirst could take you and never vanish this thing. What the earth has in itself for flowers and the sun and the hands of springtime, is what you had in you for her. What the moment was between you.

Now we will try something else.

When Glimmer Wing kissed you, it was hot and heavy. She moaned even from the first moment, the final hair's-breadth between you sustained for weeks vanishing in an instant, and it was impossible for her to keep herself quiet or her body still. She rocked against you, her hips gyrating, her hooves finding your side and back and instantly caressing them, rubbing up and down in smooth, familiar strokes, so readily taking to the shape of your body and her instinct to touch it. You put your hand on the back of her head, and pulled her in, draining a gallon of water on a sweltering day, her mane tangled around your fingers, the sound she made a trigger in your heart to beat harder and your hips to move, to thrust into her and taste the friction that had separated your bodies since you first met.

It was a deep, heavy, passionate kiss. It went on forever.

When forever had ended, still it went on.

And when the kiss had ended, and the world exploded, you opened your eyes, and so did she.

"I've never done anything like this before," she said. Her eyes stared unmoving into yours, pupils expanding, drinking in the light and sight of you. "I'm a little nervous."

"Me too."

"But I also can't believe how badly I want to do this. With you."

"Me neither."

"I want you to take me."

And you picked her up and threw her onto the bed, where she bounced atop the pillows and blankets and squealed her adorable filly squeal, and laughed as you jumped onto the bed with her.

Yes, you were nervous. Your hands shook as they reached out for her, and her hooves as she reached for you. But there was no need to dwell in that nervousness, nothing that kept you attached to it. The way every time you moved, you did it so precise, so exact, and still your hand shook, only because you knew there had been nothing as powerful as the pounding of your chest and the scattering of your thoughts this instant with Glimmer Wing. Her blue fur in your hand, her silver mane on your fingers. The shiver in her body as you pulled her closer on the bed, and kissed again, yours the leading intent this time, your hand heavy and stern on the back of her neck, making her squeal and wriggle against you, tightening your jeans and furthering the frenzy of your kisses.

It was hard to stop kissing. For a while, you went on, hands and hooves exploring above skirt and pants. But then that was enough, and the two of you paused at once, and lifted your heads and looked up at each other, panting, hazy, almost like the fog between waking and dreams. The air itself felt thick, like the lightning that connected your bodies filled it fuller each second, until the whole room might overflow and burst.

She reached down with both hooves and slid her skirt off. You matched, unzipping your jeans, kicking them off the side of the bed, and following with your shirt. Only your underwear remained, and then those were gone too, and the two of you, finally, were together with nothing else inbetween.

You took a second to look at her first.

She was beautiful. We hate just putting it into words.

Lounged out on the bed, sort of on her side, with her head propped up, one hoof leaning for support up to the pillow, the other resting at her side. And her hind-legs, spread just a bit, not enough to show anything, but that she wasn't afraid to lay there in front of you, exposed, and that she wouldn't be afraid to move her legs and show you anything else you wanted now that you were together and alone. Together, alone, and allowed.

"Can I touch you?" you asked. Awkward, but honest.

She nodded.

"Yes," she said, breathless, blushing. "I mean... yes. You can touch me."

You put a hand against her chest, and she moaned softly and rocked into your touch.

"Here?"

She nodded.

"Mhm-hmm."

You moved your hand lower, running in circles around her soft, sensitive stomach. Another moan, deeper this time, but higher in pitch, coming from an even more hidden reserve than before.

"Here?" you ask.

"Yes," she says, panting. "You can touch me anywhere you want."

"What about... here?"

The feeling of wetness on your fingertips. The two puffy lips of her slit sliding along your finger, the hint of depth and warmth underneath, moving overtop her entrance. The feel of the curve of her hips, the arch of her back as she moves up against your hand, of holding an entire pony just in this way, moving one finger and being rewarded with squeals and jerking of hips and eyes clenched shut.

"Ahhh, oh my gosh, that feels, so good..." Grunting, panting between breaths and moans, throwing the words in between thrusts of her hips.

It seemed difficult to do anything wrong, but also to do anything. Your finger told itself to move through you, and you moved it, rubbing Glimmer Wing's pussy lips and making soft schlick noises. You explored in a little, poking your finger between her lips and arching it into her pussy, and you could call it that if you wanted, you could say her little filly bat-pony pussy, even though she was technically almost of age, technically almost just, as long as nopony said anything, and her parents didn't seem like they were going to. Bat-pony tradition, and such.

Even in the throes of her lust, Glimmer Wing couldn't contain herself any longer. She reached out to grab your cock with both hooves, and in that instant it felt like all the kisses saved up after the one had collided together and blinded you from the inside of your head. She stroked up and down and bucked into your hip, and let out little 'mhm' and 'ahh!' noises between the movement of her hips.

It was time to touch together.

You were the one to move, overtop, and the second Glimmer Wing felt you pull your hand away from her dripping slit, she seemed to know what to do also. She got up on the bed and turned around, as though she'd seen the picture illustrated, or in the spread of a magazine before. Wherever she'd picked it up, the imitation was perfect, because she managed to spread her legs and turn to look over her shoulder with the perfect, naughty, oblivious grin, her fangs twinkling, her tongue stuck out between her teeth.

Then she wiggled her butt, and flicked her tail, and flapped her wings to blow little suggestive gusts of wind back over you and your rock-hard cock.

"Is this the part where you rut me?" she said slyly, still smirking like a little devil. "You're gonna rut me hard like a real stallion?"

"No, but I'm gonna rut you like a real man, if that's the same thing." You took hold of one of her butt-cheeks in your hand and gave it a good squeeze, and Glimmer Wing squealed and giggled at you, and shook her butt up and down to bounce against your hand, and the head of your cock as you began to line it up.

"Oooh, that sounds even better," Glimmer Wing said, her voice dripping with lust as much as her pussy was dripping with filly-juice.

There was no trouble getting your head to part the lips of her pussy, and she gasped when you slid the first time into her, her eyes wide, her hooves shaking a little on the bed.

"Oh, buck," she said. She tucked her head down and looked back between her legs at the sight of your human cock pushing into her pussy. Even though it was just the head, her legs shook, and threatened to send her tumbling down to the ground. "Buck," she said again, murmuring it under her breath and shutting her eyes.

"Are you okay?" you asked. "We can stop if you need—"

She turned around and grabbed you with one hoof.

"No. Nuh-uh. No stopping. You rut me right now. It's all nice and legal. Sort of." Glimmer Wing shook her head and stuck out her tongue. "Whatever! Just gimme that human cock!"

"Where did this naughty little filly come from?" you asked as you pushed forward another inch into Glimmer Wing's pussy. Again, your slow motion thrust is accompanied by an overwhelmed gasp, and you wonder about stopping for a moment before recalling the reaction you got last time. This time it's all the way in, no matter what. Glimmer Wing groans, throaty and desperate, as you slide your cock into her, clenching and squeezing your shaft and head as they push up and rub against the walls of her pussy.

"I dunno," she said. She sounded a little delirious, like her words were coming between glimpses of a forest fire that's consuming her brain. "I just feel like, whenever I see you, I wanna rip of all your clothes and do stuff to you. And now I am. And it feels... amazing."

"It feels pretty amazing for me too," you said. The last bit of your cock slammed home, and you grunted, feeling your head poke up against the furthest part of Glimmer Wing's insides. The poor, desperate filly ground against your cock and moaned, already well in practice for her first heat and maybe even having an early start.

"Oh, buck," she said again. "That feels so good. That feels so bucking good..."

"You know we say 'fuck', where I come from," you said. You pulled your hips back and watched your cock slide out of Glimmer Wing's pussy, marking your first ever consummating thrust, before another thrust forward, slamming back in so fast you could barely see the movement.

"Ohh!" Glimmer Wing yelled out so loud it echoed, and you wondered for a moment if the room is sound-proofed. Maybe you can make use of those pillows, just to be safe.

"Here," you said.

You raised a pillow to Glimmer Wing's face, and she eyed it, puzzled for a moment, before taking it in her hoof.

"Use that," you said, taking a pause for a moment before your next thrust. "To muffle your noises."

"Oh," she said, blushing. "Am I... was I being really loud?"

"Yeah. Your parents can probably here. Unless the room's sound-proof. It's not soundproof, is it—"

"No, it's not sound-proof." She looked mortified.

"Well, I imagine they knew what they were getting into. And I'm not stopping until you cum all over my human cock."

Glimmer Wing shivered, and you could feel her walls tighten around the shaft and head of your cock again, making you shiver, and feeling a tightening and tingling in your balls besides.

"Cumming is when you have sex and it feels really good and then you like, explode or something, right?" Glimmer Wing looked back at you with wide eyes over her shoulder, her mouth hanging open slightly. "I've never done it before... it sounds really fun."

"You've never cum before?"

She shook her head, still blushing.

"Nope. I kinda wanted to save it for, um, my special somepony..." She looked down at the bed, but not for long, unable to keep herself from locking eyes with you as long as she was still awake.

"That's really sweet."

Blushing, even harder. "Thanks."

"Still want me to rut you into next week?"

She shook her butt at you, wiggling her bouncy blue cheeks in front of your face and rubbing your cock from left to right inside her pussy. Making you groan and grab harder on to her bobbing butt.

"Uh-huh. And... and I want you to... to... to shoot your stuff. In me."

"My cum?"

She nodded, hungry-eyed, her tongue hanging out.

"Yeah. Your baby stuff. I want you to shoot it in me. In... in my pussy." Hip-wiggle. Hip-wiggle. Cunt squeeze. Butt bounce.

"You want me to cum in your pussy?" It felt fun to clarify, and she shivered when you said the words out loud, as you felt your cock twitch and rub against her walls.

"Uh-huh. Make a human baby in me."

"Uh, I don't think that's actually a thing, now that you mention—"

"Shush. I know. I'm just being silly." She grinned and stuck her tongue out at you over her shoulder. "It's just fun to say. Naughty. Like you were saying." Wiggle wiggle. "Come on. Rut me silly, human."

"I'm gonna fuck your bat-pony pussy raw and shoot my baby-juice into your cunt."

"Fuck," Glimmer Wing said. She shivered at the sound of your dirty talk, and then again at her own curse-word, both making her legs tremble and her pussy even wetter. "Wow," she said, eyes wide. "That really does work."

"Fuck yeah it does," you said.

Then you started fucking her in earnest.

When we say 'fucking in earnest', what we mean is...

Oh, here, like this.

You slammed yourself into her cunt. You grabbed her butt with both hands and pulled her back into you as you were thrusting. You used her cute little pony pussy as a wet, hot hole for your cock to slide into, over and over, and she used your cock as a hard, thick pole to shove into her cunt, and rub her clit against, and rock back and forth on and moan and squeal and scream and forget to use the pillow entirely and gush filly-juice all over you, herself, the bed and probably the neighbouring houses.

"Fuck," she said. Under her breath at first, then louder, muttering it between thrusts. "Fuck... fuck... fuck..."

You were mostly silent. It was hard to do anything besides concentrate on fucking her.

But only two minutes had gone by—two, count 'em, two—before, mid-thrust, Glimmer Wing screamed the highest she'd ever gone, so high it threatened to go supersonic, as is the preference of bat-ponies, perhaps, but a little shrill for your taste. Just below that, where she sounded squeakier and squeakier, like a... well, exactly like what she was: a little bat-pony filly getting her first dick and cumming harder than she'd ever cum before in her life—and not just because she'd never cum before, either. We were keeping track of the orgasms that only half-existed, orgasms in past lives... trust us. She came hard. She squirted filly-juice all over the bed and stuff. Like, way more than we just said. A stream. A little bat-pony filly-squirter on our hands. Gushing and screaming and swearing up a storm.

Makes you wonder what her mother sounds like, just a little.

You managed to stop moving for the duration of Glimmer Wing's climax, but when she comes back down, panting, and finally opens her eyes, it's almost impossible not to start pounding her again.

"That... was... so good..." she said.

"Yep. And there's more where that came from."

"Oh, Celestia, I don't know if I can—fuck!"

Glimmer Wing shouted the second you began moving inside her again, and even though she was already shaky for balance on the bed, managed to reach back and spread her pussy wider with her hooves, giving you even more access to her hot, wet entrance. The little slapping sounds your balls made as they slammed against her clit were a soft accompaniment to the overture of her moans, the constant swearing and squeaking of the bed-springs. Maybe bat-pony hearing was too sensitive to be soundproofed against anyway.

It didn't take more than a few minutes again for the little filly to shout and squeeze your cock as she sprayed another stream of girlcum onto the bed, her legs shaking as she let it out.

"Fuck," you said, taking over for Glimmer Wing, who seemed to have momentarily lost the ability to speak. "That is so hot." Again, you paused your thrusts to avoid overloading her while she came, but the next time, most of your willpower might be used up.

"Your cock... feels so good... inside my... p-pussy..." Glimmer Wing still seemed nervous around that particular word, but she'd taken to 'cock' like a duck to water, and furthermore seemed to enjoy taking your cock about the same.

"You still want me to fill you up with my human baby-batter? Make a foal in you, hmm?"

"Yes, yes, I want you to shoot your stuff in me so bad, make me all full and sticky..."

You set a mental reminder to ask Constant Echo about her language habits around her daughter at some point in the future.

There was no more resistance in the way. You had to do what the little bat-pony said. Pound her pony pussy until it's full up with cum.

It was hard not to shoot as she started clenching again, but this one you had to ride out, to see the look on her face as her whole body shook and her pussy sprayed like she was a bad little filly wetting the bed.

"Ahhh, ahhh, I'm gonna, gonna cum, c-cum again..." It was too much fun to miss, to take one of her hooves with your hand and guide it between her legs, to start rubbing her clit in circles, maybe the first time she'd ever done so before, but took that that with instinct too, her legs shaking like crazy, her eyes clenched shut, her voice murmuring to a barely audible whimper...

"I'm gonna cum too," you said. You slammed into her hard, with the last ounce of your strength, and then felt your balls clench as your load worked its way up your shaft and sprayed out the tip of your cock, into your new special somepony's filly pussy.

The two of you locked eyes as your bodies jerked together. Each time your balls twitched and fired another spurt of creamy liquid into Glimmer Wing's cunt, the two of you moaned and rocked into each other, pressing your bodies as close together as they could get. Each drop of your jizz went straight into Glimmer Wing's pussy, until there was too much to take, and it began to drip and dribble out around your shaft, and join the splash of Glimmer Wing's girlcum that had already soaked the sheets. You counted the spurts of cum at first, but lost track at five, and just let yourself look, watching your cock twitch, buried in Glimmer Wing's hole and sloshing out a load of creamy white goo. There was so much, as you watched, her stomach started to swell up, and bulge, growing big from the overflow of cum shooting into her pussy. Glimmer Wing squealed desperately as the cum smooshed and squelched into her insides, making her swell up like a cute little blue balloon.

"Oh, buck," Glimmer Wing said, slipping back into her old vocabulary. "That is so hot. I think I'm gonna cum again just from the feeling of you shooting your stuff inside me..."

"Do it," you said. You reached down and started rubbing Glimmer Wing's clit with your fingers. "Cum again. Cum for me."

"Ohhhhhhhhh fuck—"

Like ocean mist, or a kinked fire-hose, Glimmer Wing came undone, and sprayed and came so hard against your cock that her legs finally gave out, and she fell face first onto the bed, landing atop the few scattered pillows and the wet-spot of mixed together cum. A few drops of jizz on the end of your cock flicked up into the air and landed in her mane as she pulled her pussy lips off the tip of your dick. Glimmer Wing's stomach shrank back to its normal size as the giant pool of cum dripped out of her cunt and onto the bed, pouring like a white waterfall.

When the room was just breathing, sweat, and the smell of sex, you helped her up off the bed to a spot away from the drenched sheets. Then you found a place next to her, just a little touch of the wet-spot, only against the back of your legs, easy enough to ignore if you covered it with a pillow and curled up behind her, big spoon with your arm over her chest.

Glimmer Wing sighed, and her voice came down from clouds that fluttered in the moonlight.

"I love you," she said.

"I love you too," you said.

And that is as good an end to any story as we have ever thought of.

Goodnight.