moment of decision>>155140Whenever there's a big gap in my posting today, it's because I took the opportunity to have a napAmber is a filly who, unlike Mustard, never felt release this night. Intermittently she has received foreplay well in excess of what gets a pony in the mood to hump or get humped. Several times she has felt the powerful emotions of passion, betrayal, sadness and longing, and after all this she finally thinks happy endings just might be true. Her appraisal of this colt has been a rollercoaster this night, but following her fainting has only gone upward, climaxing with his very informal (and unofficial) offer of marriage.
In short, the virgin's body is
craving to be bred right now, here, by this colt who never sired, anestrus be damned. He can see it in how her eyes drink him in, how her body squirms desperately, how her pugnacious little clitoris pushes through its enclosure. He can hear it in her heavy breaths, her soft whines as he waxes on–though she hangs onto every word. He can
smell it with the now ample pheromones her vagina is releasing, enough to keep him twitching, maybe even dripping. Most colts would go ahead and deflower her right there, even if it was estrus, and put a baby in her.
Gradually, her breaths return to normal, her squirms slow down, and her vulva stops winking. It's probably for the best he made a lengthened,
corny speech, and it may have been intentional to get her in a more balanced state of mind.
"Mustard, you're a gentlecolt to, even now, think about my future, about whether this might harm me or not." She blushes, this time from being honored rather than stimulated or embarrassed.
"My ma would say the same thing, that good and noble stallions want a chaste mare, one who doesn't gallivant around with others. That colts and fillies should be chaperoned before getting married, so they 'come by it honest' when having foals.""She didn't talk about it that much, but I did know not to go kiss strange ponies, not unless you intend to marry 'em. I didn't know about…this…this is called 's-sex', r-right?" she asks, this time her blush one of embarrassment as well.
"But if I had I wouldn't want it outside of marriage, a lifetime commitment, anyway. What little I have experienced tonight, it's…it's magical, somethin' that feels amazing, but that's more than feelin', it's…a lifelong bond." She breathes in and out.
"On the hill, I didn't know what I was getting myself into. If you–if you took my virginity then, I might begrudge you. But you didn't. And since then, you've shown yourself to be a true gentlecolt in every way, 'specially now. I'll admit I didn't give myself very good ground to present myself as honest, and I could be more honest than I am, but despite that you chose to trust me–I meant it, by the way, that I would never lie to you. You forgave me after I mistreated you so badly, and as much as I mean my promise to never hurt you again, I'm still surprised you'd ever think of marriage after that. I found a lot of the talk of my virginity hurtful, but that you think of it as so important proves you don't want some fling, but something better."She stares into his eyes, her head raised from her supine position.
"I guess what I'm tryin' to say is, you're truly special to me. Get a good look at me: if I'm not the pony you would like to spend the rest of your life with–and I understand fully if you don't want that–that's okay, and we can do something else. But if there's a good chance then…then even if it doesn't work out in the long run, I still want you inside me and I'll take my chances, because you deserve everything I can give to you. I don't know many colts to be honest, but you're special to me, and I think you're the one, and I would be honored if we…if we consummated this." She watches his response intently.