In Vino Veritas

 

Inspired by Derpi #3753031. Thanks to Yellow Glaze for lending me their character.

 

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You're not particularly fond of house parties.

 

There's always too many names and faces to keep track of. There's always too much noise and not enough space. You'd very much prefer to be at home working on your model railroad, but the host insisted you come.

 

That pegasus mare in the corner seems to share your sentiments. She's alone on a couch with a glass of something red, ears down.

 

You walk over to her, telekinetically carrying your own glass.

 

"Can I sit here?"

 

She glances over to you. Her eyes are the deepest, most intense blue you've ever seen.

 

"... Uh, sure."

 

"Thanks."

 

You sit. She sips her drink and sighs, exuding a tangible sense of dissatisfaction.

 

"Let me guess, someone dragged you here too."

 

"Yeah."

 

"Figured. Well, at least we're miserable together."

 

That gets a small smile out of her.

 

You both watch the rest of the party progress for a few minutes.

 

"Thanks for not trying to flirt with me."

 

You look over to her. "Does that always happen?"

 

"No, but ... I just don't like that much attention."

 

"I get it. You're already uncomfortable as is."

 

"Well, I appreciate it."

 

Another few minutes of observation.

 

"I'm Graphic Model, by the way."

 

"Red Wine."

 

You nod. "Thanks for making this event tolerable."

 

Another smile. "Same to you."

 

-

 

The next few moons pass at an inconsistent pace. It starts with wandering around town together, talking about your respective interests; then going out for lunch to escape the monotony of work; then weekend visits to each other's places. She likes watching your model trains run in circles, and you like helping her cook.

 

You gradually accumulate quite a bit of time with her, becoming trusted friends. It always seems to end too soon, and the days without her always seem too long.

 

Sometimes you wonder if this is what love feels like.

 

-

 

It's late afternoon. You're sitting across the kitchen table from her, lasagna baking in the oven.

 

She seems conflicted.

 

"Red."

 

"Hm?"

 

"If something's on your mind, you can tell me."

 

She looks away. "... I don't want to make you unhappy."

 

"I don't want you to be unhappy either, but we won't find solutions if we don't talk about the problems."

 

A minute passes.

 

"Promise you won't think I'm weird."

 

"I do. In a good way."

 

She takes a long, deep breath.

 

"... I like mares."

 

You blink. "That's it?"

 

"Yeah."

 

"Well, I won't decide who you want to spend your life with. I'd be honored if you chose me, but it's ultimately your call."

 

"Look, I really appreciate everything you've done for me, and I'd like to be with you, but ..."

 

"Go on."

 

"... I want to go out and find a mare like you, but if I don't find one I still want to have you just in case ... but if I stay with you I might miss them, and if we do find each other you might not let me leave ..."

 

"You're torn between seeking a soulmate and the fear of ending up with nothing."

 

She nods, forlorn.

 

"Is there anything specific you want from a commitment?"

 

"... Being closer to someone, I guess."

 

"Physically or emotionally?"

 

"Both."

 

"Intimately?"

 

Another nod.

 

/An Idea/™ coalesces.

 

"I'm just going to throw this out there, and I completely understand if you're not comfortable with it ... have you considered a friends-with-benefits arrangement?"

 

Her eyes widen. "You're serious?"

 

You shrug. "It's a way to get around your dilemma. There's no pressure to decide here and now, of course. Take as much time as you need to think about it."

 

"... Yeah, I ... I'll do that."

 

-

 

A week later, you're cleaning the kitchen after breakfast. Someone knocks on the door.

 

Answering it, you find her standing outside.

 

"Oh, you're here early."

 

"Yeah. Sorry."

 

"It's fine. I don't have any plans for the day."

 

She removes her bags and takes a seat in the lounge. You close the door and sit next to her.

 

"How was your week?"

 

"Okay. I've been ... thinking a lot."

 

"What about?"

 

"Being 'friends with benefits'."

 

Your eyebrows migrate upward. "You've decided?"

 

She nods. "... I'll do it."

 

"You're sure?"

 

Another nod.

 

"Alright. If you ever change your mind, just tell me."

 

"Mm-hm."

 

"So how do you want to start?"

 

She opens her bag and pulls out a glass bottle. It's filled with her namesake.

 

"I thought this would be appropriate."

 

"Oh. Uh ... well, I appreciate the offer, but I don't drink."

 

Now her eyebrows ascend. "Really?"

 

"Yeah. And the thought of you being inside me ... it just feels /weird/."

 

She giggles. "I wouldn't know how to feel about you being inside me, either."

 

You tilt your head. "You weren't thinking about that during the week?"

 

"... What?"

 

"Me being inside you."

 

She stares at you. A second later, her face reddens.

 

"/Oh/ ... y-yeah. I have."

 

"Could you illustrate those thoughts?"

 

A nod. "Um ... most of them start with us going to the bedroom. Sometimes we're ... making out."

 

You stand up, step over to her, and peck her nose. The blush intensifies.

 

"Follow me."

 

She does, breathing heavily.

 

"What happens next?"

 

"... You push me onto the bed, then lie down next to me ..."

 

Entering the bedroom, you nudge her backwards, snouts pressed together. Once she's on the mattress, you take position as the big spoon.

 

"Keep going."

 

"... You hold me and say nice things while ... rubbing yourself against me ..."

 

You wrap a foreleg around her chest, feeling yourself stiffening against her nethers. She's already slick.

 

"Mm ... so soft and warm ... I can tell how much you want this. You've more than earned it."

 

She shudders. You nuzzle her neck, grinding your shaft into her clit.

 

"You're a wonderful mare, and you deserve a partner who loves you. Honesty is hard sometimes, and I'll be eternally grateful for your trust."

 

Her ears are bright pink now. You affectionately nibble one, making her gasp and tremble.

 

"G-graph ... please, I need it. /Now/."

 

You oblige. She's waited long enough.

 

Pulling back, your horn glows as you apply a contraceptive and make sure everything's aligned, the blunt tip prodding her entrance. It takes only a slight push to wedge her open, and not much more to tenderly sink the rest of your length inside.

 

Stars above, she feels good. Like the warmth of sunlight made tangible, snugly wrapped around you.

 

A long, deep moan falls out of her mouth, practically dripping with pleasure. You slowly stroke her chest, feeling her heart race within. Her free hindleg involuntarily kicks at the air. It's downright adorable.

 

Neither of you move for a while. Neither of you know how long it lasts. It doesn't really matter. The important thing right now is her comfort.

 

Your staff throbs inside her. She squeezes around it. Back and forth, again and again, savoring the sensations of her body like a fine wine.

 

Heh.

 

"... Why'd you laugh?"

 

"Just thinking about your name."

 

"What about it?"

 

"It's perfect."

 

Her blush returns.

 

"I'm ready to start moving whenever you are."

 

"... D-do it."

 

You gradually draw back, careful to not overwhelm her. When only the tip remains inside, you reverse course and gently push forward again, just as slowly.

 

Out, in. Out, in. Out, in.

 

She tries to keep her breathing steady, stifling the occasional moan with a hoof. You continue rubbing her chest.

 

"/Mmmnf/ ... faster, please ..."

 

You speed up a bit, just enough to make her free wing twitch. She kicks again.

 

Out, in. Out, in. Out, in.

 

The rest of the world begins to blur, occluded by the lustful fog in your mind. All you can see clearly is the red and white mare in your embrace.

 

Moans are spilling from her mouth now. She's too deep in the throes of passion to notice.

 

You sense your climax approaching. Distant, slowly, but inevitable.

 

Out, in. Out, in. Out, in.

 

All of existence collapses into the plush warmth and wetness of her marehood, seemingly hoofcrafted by the spirits above.

 

Your vision is reduced to a swirling smear of cream and crimson, writhing in ecstasy.

 

Her entire body is shivering. She's close.

 

Out, in. Out, in. Out, in.

 

You feel yourself flare -

 

"/Nnnghahn!/"

 

All of her limbs tense. Spasms reverberate around your stallionhood, sending you to the edge within seconds, and you drive yourself to the hilt.

 

For a moment, you live in Elysium.

 

For a moment, there is only you, her, and the bed.

 

For a moment, all is right with the world.

 

An unknown amount of time follows, punctuated only by slowing breath. Eventually you crack an eye.

 

Red is a mess. Sweaty coat, disheveled hair, ruffled feathers. Sunlight falls through the blinds, casting bands that follow the curves of her body.

 

She's positively gorgeous.

 

You move your forehoof from her chest to her chin, bringing her head close enough to peck her cheek. Her eyes drift open.

 

"... Graph?"

 

"Yeah?"

 

"That was /incredible/. I've never ... you're the first one who feels like you want me for more than just my body."

 

"Really?"

 

"Yeah. Like ... you fundamentally understand I'm some/one/, not some/thing/."

 

You think for a minute.

 

"... Can I be a bit abstract for a moment?"

 

"Sure."

 

"To me, sex is the most direct and concise way of expressing affection for someone. I can't think of anything more meaningful than freely offering yourself to another, trusting their judgment when you're most vulnerable, and knowing they want to do the same. Lust will always be what compels us to engage, but love is why we concern ourselves with more than just our own pleasure."

 

She thinks for a minute.

 

"... You love me?"

 

"I want you to live a life that makes you happy, regardless of who you choose. That's what I believe love is."

 

"Just say yes."

 

You roll your eyes. "Fine. Yes, I love you."

 

She smiles, softly and contentedly. "I love you too."

 

-

 

Red takes her bags and steps through the door, then turns to you. Those indescribably blue eyes meet your gaze, just as beautiful as the first moment you saw them.

 

"Your place next time?"

 

She nods. "Can we ... do it again?"

 

"Of course."

 

"I'd like that."

 

"I would too."

 

You both stare at each other for a few seconds before she hugs you with a foreleg. You do the same.

 

"Thanks for being my friend."

 

"With benefits."

 

She stifles a giggle.

 

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