>You are over at Rarity's.
>A casual date had made its rounds to see a shitty movie together, enjoy a nice sodium-rich dinner and circled back around to her house for the evening.
>You are now passionately making out with the alabaster sexy horse
>your tongues and lips lock in heated reverie
>your dick is rock hard, but neither of you are making any moves to progress to the next base
>How in Equestria did she get her tongue to do that?
>Its motions are supernatural, there's no way a simple muscle could move like that
>She is so moist, warm, and fragrantly pleasant
>Her mouth, that is
>Not a bit of halitosis, just a wonderful palette of minty freshness with a hint of some of the lemongrass salad she had at dinner
>Her horn lights up in a pinkish warm glow, ready to execute some erotic spell
>here we go
>Magical fields massage your mouths together, tickling your lips and mouth, as well as pushing your face more tightly into hers
>Shouldn't we be grabbing each other's junk by now?
>You remind yourself occasionally but keep forgetting as this tonsil horsehockey session is incredible.
>you feel your body heating up, your dick is about to pop out of your pants, the front soaked with precum but you forget it's even there
>her makeout game is just that good
>she's straddling your waist, sitting on your crotch but all you can think about is kissing her deeper.
>you hungrily eat at each other's faces, her lithe horse lips nibbling about across your cheeks and you struggling to keep up.
>How long is this going to go on for? Is there even anything past this blissfulness?
>You feel exhausted, your jaw is on fire, your tongue is about to fall off, you might actually pass out.
>Rarity's eyes open a little with a fiery expression, her horn's magic flares and you coom in your britches
>You feel another warmth wash over your crotch as she cums squash soup as well all over the front of your pants
>What. The. Fuck. Did you both just finish the game at first base?
>You wonder if you should be disappointed but you feel just as amazing as if you had won the world series
>She pulls away from you with a trail of spit and smiles.