"I think a celebration is exactly what I need right now..."
>Silver giggles
>"Glad to hear it!"
>she pushes in front of you and heads upstairs
>you follow behind her, then head into the twins's room
>the two are lying together, eyes closed
>you whisper to Miri
>"We're back, just letting you know. Good night."
>Miri mumbles something, but Piryte speaks for her
>"Night Harvest."
>next, you head into Trickle and Shine's room
>Shine is alseep, and Trickle is hopping into bed next to her
>"Oh! Hi Harvest!"
"Just came in to say good night."
>"You too!"
>she says happily, then jumps under the covers
>Shine yelps as she's yanked from sleep, spazzing out across the bed
>you close the door, giggling at the antics behind you
 
>then, you slide into your own room
>Silver is on the bed, legs spread, looking towards you with half lidded eyes
>you jump up next to her and give her a kiss on the neck
>she instinctively jumps back, afraid
>however, as you start making your way down her chest she relaxes, a sigh of relief passing through her
>starting with the chest, you dot her body with kisses
>with small pitstops, you slowly make your way down south until your lips are just touching the very top of her own lower pair
>a bit of her slick wets your lips as you apply pressure to the tip of the iceberg
>she moans and moves a hoof to your mane, stroking gently
>her scent is intoxicating, electing your own lower area to dampen
>feeling a little frisky, you nip the top of her slit and give a shake, like a dog with his bone
>combining pleasure and pain, she lets out a little yelp of surprise
>when you let go, Silver puffs out
>"H-Harvest... You naughty mare..."
>you grin back and take it as a compliment before resuming your position
>you decide to shift lower, placing your muzzle just atop the entrance
>her outside is damp, wetting your snout as you rub your fur along the edges
>it catches on some juice and drags across her lips
>she lets out another moan, and the hoof stroking your mane starts to force downward, pushing you into the inviting and warm place beneath
 
>you give against her force, letting the tip of your muzzle slip inside
>making a nodding motion with your face, you slide your fur against Silver's sensitive walls
>she moans, trying to push you further, but you hold strong
>instead let your tongue snake out for a treat
>she tastes...  it's hard to describe
>warm, bitter, with maybe a hint of citrus and sex
>but it's a neutral taste, and knowing she'll like it, you let her see that you're swallowing as much as you can
>the texture is glossy and it coats your tongue, mixing with spit
>the hot liquid slides slowly down your throat as you swallow, leaving tracks of warmth leading to your stomach
>as you continue licking, Silver slowly forces you downward until your muzzle is completely dug into her
>her breath is heavy, and every so often her legs twitch beneath your chest
>with her twitches come spasms, lower lips flexing gently against your muzzle
>the walls of her vagina are warm and wet, matting your fur with her juice
>all the while, your tongue is sliding around, caressing the sanctum of the holy land
>your tongue runs over a small, fleshy ridge, and Silver yelps in pleasure
>seems you’ve found a sweet spot
>you make a note to yourself and begin to move back towards it
>but before you reach it, you stop
>well, a little mischief never hurt anypony...
 
>so instead, you pretend you didn't notice and move away from it
>Silver seems a little disappointed, and with the help of her hoof, tries to coax you back over to it
>unheeding of her encouragement, you continue to ignore her pushing and prodding, just taking in the experience for yourself
>your tongue dances around the area, giving Silver a sample of what it would feel like, and she gives a small moan in response
>but good things come to those who wait
>and so you continue this teasing, letting Silver simmer on the edge of release
>as time goes on, her pushes grow more forceful, and she begins putting more weight behind her prods
>her legs are quaking beneath you, and the spasms against your snout have only increased in strength
>deciding that you've held her long enough, you dart your tongue back to the center, rubbing up the ridge
>her heavy breath is interrupted by the sharp intake that denotes surprise, then released with a moan
>she clenches around you one last time, legs wrapping around your back and squeezing against you
>then, she collapses, muscles relaxing completely
>she lies limp as you pull off, breathless
 
>you chuckle at your handiwork, then drop down on top of her
>she lets out a small "Oof." but makes no motion to move you
>her breath tickles your damp fur, keeping it cool against your skin
>faces up against each other, you steal a quick kiss, then nuzzle into her neck
>after a small pause, Silver slowly speaks
>”Well… I suppose you’ll want me to return the favor. Heh…”
>you feel a small grope at your crotch, Silver having worked her hoof underneath you
>the hoof presses into you, forcing a small cry from your lips
>Silver starts massaging, dragging her fur over your outside
>it catches, and you finally realize the pleasure you had caused Silver before with this same tactic
>it’s like a damp blush brush has been daintily stroked over your sensitive parts, sending a cool shiver up your spine
>you let out a small coo of pleasure into her neck, and Silver smiles in response
>she continues the motion, sending goosebumps across your body and clouding your mind with a mixture of overstimulation and pleasure
 
>eventually, she stops brushing and the feeling of overstimulation passes
>however, the pleasure stays, as she’s replaced her movements with more forceful ones, sending the ridge of her hoof inside your body
>you bite your lip and moan, involuntarily pressing your chest down upon hers
>she seems to enjoy the pressure, and so redoubles her efforts down below
>you're no longer feeling that dainty shiver
>in it's place are waves of delight, washing over you and crashing down on the sandy beach of your mind
>with the edge of her hoof, she pushes down into your depths, brushing over something deep inside
>you let out a gasp of surprise, then slowly fall back against Silver’s massage
>your hips move on their own, forcing Silver’s hoof down into her own crotch and pushing the edge of it deeper into yourself
>you close your eyes and moan, starting to grind in sync with her groping
>it seals her hoof against you, and your muscles begin to take over
>you twitch in response, inner lips squeezing around Silver’s hoof
>she notices this, and forces against the contractions
>expecting pain, you’re wonderfully surprised when felicity takes its place
>you take a deep breath, feeling as though you’ll burst at any second
>and then, with a little encouragement on Silver’s part, you do
 
>you clench around her one last time, covering her hoof in juices
>thankful for release, you sigh contentedly and nuzzle Silver's cheek
>she pulls her hoof out from under you, leaving a wet trail across your thigh
>you quickly pull yourself under the covers, taking Silver with you in an attempt to escape the now cold air against your crotch
>once under, Silver holds up her hoof up and gives your nose a boop with it
>you take a whiff and get an overpowering smell of sex and… fresh hay
>huh...
>Silver gives it a cursory lick, then moves her hoof back down to your rump
>"So… One last thing I want to try.”
>she flips you onto your back and takes the helm, pushing your shoulders into the bed with her front hooves
>she slides her thigh into the center of your hind legs, and grinds against you
>her fur caresses you gently, nestling inside your nethers comfortably
>to be frank, you feel like you could sit here all night
>however, Silver thrusts against you and breaks the calm, shoving her thigh against yours
>the fur previously nestled inside you shifts upwards, and you squirm around in surprise
>but while odd, it certainly feels good, and you’ve no better idea than to follow along with her
 
>you grind against her, your thigh's soft fur brushing backwards and mixing with slick
>it's like being stroked the wrong way, except coupled with a throbbing euphoria from below
>your face is crested in her neck and, feeling a little mischievous, you decide to give a little nip
>her glossy fur tastes of sweat, already dampened by tonight's activities
>Silver jolts in shock, pushing you into the bed with her thighs
>the hair rubbing against your lower parts shoots by quicker than before, sending a shot of pleasure through your brain
>Silver looks down at you with a combination of annoyance and pleasure, then bites the tip of your snout
>you jump in the same way she did, pulling back and driving your thigh up against her holy land
>bliss rolls over you like a satin blanket, detracting from the pain of your bitten nose
>the thigh above you is getting wet
>not damp, but soaked, most likely in your own juices
>the two of you continue to rub against each other, building friction
>you can feel heat radiating from the fur you're rubbing, but it's not painful
>just comforting, and adding a little to the thrill you're riding
>slowly but surely, the friction builds between the two of you
>the throb increases in intensity, building until you feel like it’ll burst with every pump
>but with the throbbing comes bliss, rolling over you like sand in the wind
>the feelings both intensify until you can hold it no longer, the sea of your mind overflowing in a tsunami
 
>ironically, you could say the same about your nether regions, as you’re pretty damn sure you’ve soaked the bed
>and Silver’s leg
>unluckily for you, Silver isn’t finished, and continues dry-humping--well, wet-humping--your thigh
>and unfortunately, still dragging her fur through your vagina
>it tickles, and in a bad way
>the feeling of overstimulation returns, flooding your mind with both an overload of pleasure, and initiating a prickly pain inside you
>like someone poked you with a very thin needle
>thankfully, Silver’s stamina doesn’t outmatch yours by too much
>she finishes and collapses against you, wetting you with her own set of juices
>no longer is the lovely scent of hay or citrus flooding the room, but the pure musk of sex
>but you don’t exactly care at the moment, you’re still recovering from overstimulation and trying to enjoy the shredded remains of your post coitus
>Silver sighs quietly and relaxes, her body pressing you into the bed
>as the buzz of stimulation fades into the warm afterglow of indulgence, you join her, letting tension flow from your muscles
>outside, the city is quiet
>no bustling carts, no hustling ponies
>you hear the meow of a cat, echoing through the alleyways and fading to nothing
>the light of the moon shines down onto Silver’s back, making her grey fur twinkle
>and with that, the lights go out, plunging you into the calm of sleep