>"Ga-HA!"
>Pulling back, you make sure to hold the rag away from Presto.
"I'm sorry!"
>He just chuckles, you can her his hand press against his own skin.
>"It's okay, just really sensitive... gah."
>You sit next to him, sighing softly.
>Today was a good, yet bad day.
"I'm sorry..."
>Presto takes your hand, the soft touch feels wonderful.
>"Why? It's not your fault Muddle lost it."
>You can feel tears welling in your eyes.
"It is... I just came out and basically slapped him with a rejection. I could have at least talked to him beforehand and tried to- maybe I could have calmed him down-"
>Presto's finger is pressed against your lips.
>"Melody... We were kinda... maybe seeing each other for a while now... I mean, were we?"
>You bring his hand to your cheek, pressing into it.
>True, you were spending a lot of time together in private.
>Going to the movies, which was admittedly more fun than you thought it would be.
>He would take you to Sugarcube Corner, always making sure you didn't leave until you had something sweet in you.
>All those kisses weren't 'just friend' kisses...
>Sighing, you lean against him.
"Still, that just means I lied to him... for a long time."
>He places his hand on your opposite cheek, cradling your head softly.
>"Do you regret it? I mean, if it helps, I can just go for-"
>You cling to him, feeling a sting over your chest.
"Don't... please don't."
>Presto sighs, breathing slightly more ragged.
>Muddle did a lot of damage around town, but what he did to Presto...
>You can't forgive him for that.
>He tried to convince you that you were making the wrong choice.
>True, he was angry and not thinking straight, but that sealed it.
>You knew who you wanted to be with.
>... The more you think on it, the less guilty you feel.
>Muddle tried to scare those who tried to get close.
>Presto just hid and let you have fun with those who wanted to get to know you.
>Muddle always pulled you and lead you.
>Presto always wanted to know what you wanted to do, but always had something to say to offer an alternative.
>Muddle's a... drake, in every sense of the word.
>Presto is something else.
>You wouldn't say a man, nor a satyr.
>He's something simpler, but more complicated.
>Presto is... sweet.
>You wouldn't trade anything for the time you two have spent together.
>You're glad you chose him.
>It took a few years though, and he's sacrificed a lot of that time waiting for you.
>Presto, the satyr who so patiently waited.
>You sniffle, feeling a soft giggle.
>It's a painful kind of laugh, as you think about how much he must have sacrificed.
>Time he could have spent on himself; practicing, relaxing, maybe even meeting another girl.
>...
>Pulling your head away, you place your hand on his chest.
>Gently tracing your finger up his chest, you find his lips.
>Pulling your hand away, you place it on his neck, and lean in.
>Presto's waited so long, this is something you can do for him.
>"Mmmph! ... Hmmm."
>He pulls you away with a soft touch.
>"Melody, what are you doing?"
>Smiling, you kiss him once more.
"My parents are talking with Glimmer's mom. Ding is out with her friends, and misty is... out..."
>You place your hand on your shirt, tugging it softly.
"I think... I mean, we've known each other a long time, and I know a lot of kids our age have... yo-you know, and not even with someone they love.."
>Presto sighs, placing one of his hands on yours.
>"Melody, you don't want this."
>You look to him, if only as a gesture.
"And if I do?"
>Presto tries to lift his hand, but you place your other atop it.
>"After everything that's happened today?"
>You nod, stroking the back of his hand softly.
"Presto... I meant what I said. I LOVE you. I'm gonna lose it someday, and even if we... break up, I don't know if I'd love someone as much as I love you. If it isn't going to be you, then who?"
>He is quiet for a moment.
>Taking his hand, you place it on your breast with an intentional softness.
>You're sure even through the fabric he can feel it.
>He can feel your heart beating so strong.
"Everyone think they have to protect me like a delicate flower or lead me like a dog... you want to protect me like a-a partner."
>Presto's hand is shaking, breathing softly through his mouth.
"You respect me... You love me, don't you?"
>You look to him again, if only for that gesture.
>Your dad said you need to look people in the eyes.
>Presto's hand pulls away.
>Feeling your heart drop, it stops when you feel it placed on your cheek.
>He leads you, stopping.
>You guess you must have missed his eyes a little.
>Not long after, his lips are against yours.
>The sensation is wonderful, nothing like yoru first kiss together.
>It was awkward, if only for how 'cold' it felt.
>You two got better though.
>So much better...
>You wonder if this will be like that.
>Presto stops, hand softly cupping your cheek.
>"I'm going to ask ONCE. Do you really want this?"
>Actions speak louder than words.
"Presto, can you look under my bed?"
>You hear the creak of his weight getting off.
>After some shuffling, he is on the floor.
>"What for?"
>Biting your lip softly for one moment, you inhale and exhale.
"A black... tube."
>You can hear him reach around before stopping.
"Pull it out."
>He doesn't move.
"Please."
>After one more moment of non-movement, you hear the toy's weight shift.
>Once he is standing, you place your hand out.
"G-Give it."
>He places Misty's hand me down to you.
>Presto, Misty, and only a handful of others have treated you like an actual satyr.
>If he really sees you as a girl, he'll understand this.
"I've had this for three years. Ever since Misty gave me the talk... I'm not so innocent I haven't thought about THIS and who I'd want to do it with."
>You lick the tip, familiar with the plastic's form.
>It must have worked, you heard Presto take a sharp yet soft inhale.
"I want this... When I'm really- uh- h-horny, I used to think about you... or Muddle."
>You immediately regret saying that, but you won't lie.
"That changed a lot recently... only you."
>Placing the toy down, you pat the open spot.
>Presto sits, and you place your hand on his lap.
"I want this. Do you?"
>He shifts, and you know why.
>"What about protection? I mean- not that I haven't wanted to, but I'm not-"
>You place your hand over his fly, making him stop and *eep*.
"Misty has some in her panty drawer. She told me. Grab one from there, okay?"
>He sighs, taking your hand and pulling you up.
>"I'm not going to go rooting through your sister's underwear alone."
>With a smile, you nod.
"That's fair."
>He walks by your side.
>You can feel both your excitement and fear grow.
>Will he go through with it?
>Will it hurt?
>Will it be good?
>So many questions.
>Gripping his hand a little harder, he slows down.
>Stopping, he pulls you close.
>"Melody, do you-"
>You interrupt him by placing a hand over his crotch.
"I thought you were only going to ask once."
>He gulps, and nods.
>"Point taken... let's go."
>Blushing slightly, you realize you just grabbed him THERE.
>He felt... hot.


>Lying on your bed, fully exposed, you feel embarrassed.
>Presto is seeing you naked.
>You would argue that you WOULD be able to do the same right now, but without being able to, this feels somewhat unfair.
>He picks up you being quiet.
>"What's wrong?"
>You look to the sound of his voice.
"I'm... jealous. I don't get to see you naked, b-but you get to see everything."
>He stutters for a moment before going silent.
>The next thing you know, his hand is on your wrist, leading it.
>Blushing heavily, you can guess where you are feeling.
>You can't argue about not 'seeing' him now.
>Breathing heavier, you explore a bit, wanting to 'see' every detail.
>The general shape is like your toy's, except for the tip.
>Sliding your hand down, you can feel a thick vein on the top.
>It runs all the way down to the base.
>Stroking under, there's another one.
>This one goes about three quarters up his shaft before descending.
>Moving to the side, you slide down, causing him to let off a soft moan.
>It is only now that you realize you are giving a handjob.
>You clench your legs together, feeling a strange, pleasant tingling.
>It's familiar, but foreign.
>You KNOW what it feels like to get aroused, this is slightly different.
>With a sly smile, you move a little faster, hand going up and down his length.
"This is what it looks like... it's so hot, so thick."
>He moans again, a little higher.
>You feel that tingle again.
>Pulling your hand away, you pout.
>"H-Huh?"
>You spread your legs a little.
"You tricked me into jerking you off. Now I want you to do me."
>Realizing how stupid you sounded, you internally cringe.
>Still, it got results.
>Presto is now on your bed, one of his hands on your pussy.
>Laying back, you spread your legs more.
>You could get used to this sensation.
>"I-I-uh, I've never... done this before."
>Oh, right.
>You doubt he has a toy at home.
>Feeling your 'tingle' fade, you stutter.
"Uh, well, I could try and give you instructions."
>"Okay... so, if I just rub it like this..."
>You feels his fingers stiffly rubbing you.
>Squirming a little, you speak up.
"Relax your fingers. It's just me.. you trust me, right?"
>He immediately calms down, his fingers less lifeless.
>Better, but you can get more.
"Good. Rub a little deeper."
>He does so, stealing a long, suppressed moan form you.
"mmmMMM!"
>He chuckles, doing it again.
>It doesn't feel AS good this time, but still very satisfying.
>He pulls away and gasps.
>Blushing, you realize why.
>"You winked."
>Feeling your face burn, Presto leans back in, stroking you, causing you to gasp.
>"It's... whoa."
>He keeps stroking, eventually sliding a finger over your clit.
>You squeal, grabbing your bed.
"O-OkaY! That's good!"
>You swear, you were going to cum.
>Not yet, you need this confidence.
"P-Put it in."
>You can feel your bed shift with his weight, sliding towards you.
>He prods your pussy, sliding it a bit.
>You moan, scratching your pillow and squirming.
"Stop teasing, please?!"
>He pulls back, causing you to try and slide after him.
>"Sorry! I-I just... can't... find it."
>Is he serious?!
>... Now you feel like kind of a bitch.
>Reaching down, you spread your pussy slightly.
>You can hear him lean back a bit.
"Okay... Hand me my toy."
>He does so.
>With your free hand, you place it just outside.
>You want to play with yourself SO bad, to cum, but you restrain yourself.
>Prodding your hole, you push it in once, moan, and pull out.
>So close...
>So close to pleasure.
>Tossing your toy away, Presto gasps.
>"... Got it."
>He grabs your hips.
>In a state of bewilderment, you are shocked when he puts it in.
>You clench down on him, feeling a bit of pain.
"Ow!"
>He tries to pull out, but you put a hand up, waving it.
"Don't- DON'T! I'll get over it! Just... go slow."
>He does so.
>It still stings a bit, but you are also feeling a little pleasure.
>... A little.
"A little faster than that."
>He doesn't respond verbally, but you can definitely feel the difference.
"Mmm, there it is..."
>It's still a mixture, but the pain is fading a lot faster.
>Moaning, you grab your bed, rocking your hips gently back and forth.
>Presto takes this as a sign to get rougher.
>After the first couple of rough thrusts, you gasp.
>Definitely better than your toy.
>You could only go so fast with your hands.
>Moaning, you feel yourself fast approaching your finish.
>At least for now.
"Come- on- ohhh."
Presto whimpers, his dick throbbing, veins pulsing quite a bit.
>Is he about to cum?
>Your answer is a hard thrust followed by the condom's reservoir filling with hot spunk.
>Giving a quick scream, you push against him.
"Kee-Keep going! I'm almost there!"
>He tries to hold on, but he doesn't need to.
>The hot sloshing of the condom feels amazing!
>Mixed with what's left of his boner, you are cumming in moments.
>The two for you stay like this for a while, just holding this position.
>You feel wonderful.
>Soft, cuddly, and you want to hold Presto. so bad right now.
>His legs shake and he pulls out.
>He gets off your bed, taking heavy steps backwards before hitting the wall.
>"Oh... Whoa..."
>He is breathing deeply, trying to calm down.
>There is a soft dripping and Presto giving a clenched curse.
>"Sorry..."
>You just lay there, chest heaving.
>"The condom slipped, I spilled a bit."
>You giggle.
"Shut up... get over here."
>You hear him doing something, followed by a plop before actually getting back beside you.
>"I'll clean it up."
>You just hold him, noticing how sweaty he is.
>How sweaty YOU are.
>your bed isn't in better condition.
>Giggling, you hold him tight.
"I love you, Presto."
>He just holds you, kissing your forehead.
>"And I love you..."
>There is a long moment of silence before he speaks again.
>"Did- was I good?"
>You giggle, cuddling him.
"Mhmm. Was I?"
>He holds your head, chuckling.
>"How can a girl be bad at sex? Isn't it the guy doing the thrusting?"
>You want to argue that so bad, but you're really tired.
"Dumby..."
>You kiss him once more before resting against him.
>His arms wrap around you, and the warm hold of sleep grabs you.