"Thunderlane! Hey, Thunderlane!" Cloud Chaser stood in front of the door of her teammate's cloud house, an annoyed frown gracing her features. "I know you can hear me in there, Thunderlane! This is the third day you've skipped on Cloud Polo practice, and I want to know why!" She lifted a hoof, and rapped hard on the door. "So open up, or by Celestia I'll... Woah, woah, UHMPF!" She lifted her foreleg for another mighty knock, just as the door swung open, letting her topple forward over the threshold.
"Oh, hi there, miss Cloud Chaser," said Rumble, Thunderlane's little brother who had just opened the door. "I heard you knocking. Are... Are you alright?" he asked, looking with wide-eyed concern at the pegasus filly sprawled over the doorjamb.
"Never better. Heard me knocking, huh?" grumbled Cloud Chaser for a moment, then picked herself up. despite her mood, she gave the colt a smile, and reached to ruffle his mane, giggling as he pouted and set about preening it back into shape. "Hey, kiddo. I was looking for your brother. Where did he tell you to tell me he went, and how much chocolate will it take for you to tell me anyway?" She peered at the youngster inquisitively.
"Oh... Thunderlane's not here," started Rumble. "For real!" he added, noting the mare's suspicious squint. "He went with Spectrum and Starburst. I dunno where they went." He scuffed his hoof against the floor. "They always leave me behind when they do stuff." he stepped back from the door, opening it wider. "Wanna come in and wait for him?"
Cloud Chaser sighed. Figures he'd be goofing off with his friends. "Sure thing, kiddo. Saves me the trouble of flying all over Ponyville looking for him... again." She stepped into the house, glancing around at the decor. A pair of battered foal-sized roller skates rested by the door, along with a dinged helmet, a stuffed dinosaur, and Thunderlane's polo mallet. To the other side, a potted plant. Still decorated with Hearth's Warming baubles. On the way to the cloud-beanbag furnished living room, she passed a Barley-Wise Brew mirror and a hopelessly overused dartboard.
All in all, more tasteful than she had expected from a household of three brothers.
Once in the living room, she settled herself into one of the beanbags, and smiled her thanks when Rumble offered her a cold glass of lemonade. "So, you're here by yourself? Star Catcher is still at work?" She sipped her lemonade, smacking her lips as she watched the colt settle into one of the soft chairs.
"Yuh huh," he answered quietly. "Usually, I just go and play with my friends, so I don't mind. But everyone's busy today." He settled with a book in another of the squishy seats, and Cloud Chaser took a sip of lemonade, uncertain how to continue this conversation.
Tick.
Tock.
Tick.
Tock.
Cloud Chaser was not a filly who handled boredom well. She slipped from her seat over to Rumble, and peered at the book from over his shoulder. "What'cha reading?" she chirped, next to his ear. Apparently the book was engrossing, because the startled foal nearly jumped through the roof, making Cloud Chaser giggle at his expression. "Sorry! it must be really good, whatever it is!" She leaned forward a bit, reading a few lines, her tail swishing behind her.
"Oh, it's just my spring break reading assignment." Rumble mumbled, flushed with embarrassment at having startled so easily. "Miss Cheerilee wants us all to read a book and write a report." When Cloud Chaser pulled a face, he couldn't help giggle.
"Like, GUH! I hated stuff like that. Homework over vacation, who came up with that?" She pursed her lips, blowing her frosty bangs from her eyes. "Well, is it a good book, at least?" Rumble turned the cover to her, and she murmured the title aloud. "Daring Do and the Quest for the Phoenix Feather? Oh, man! I used to love reading these!" Cloud Chaser noted, nodding. "I didn't know the author was still putting them out. Do you mind if I read with you?"
When Rumble scooted around a bit to make some space on the beanbag, Cloud Chaser laid out next to him, reaching a hoof up to brush her frosted blue bangs back again so they weren't hanging in her eyes so much. The colt shifted the book between them so they could both read.
As the pair pored over the adventures of the adventurer pegasus, gravity and the nature of beanbag chairs caused them to settle ever closer, until Rumble's body was nestled against Cloud Chaser's. Almost on instinct, her wing folded over him. After a few moments, the filly realized she could feel the lift and fall of the colt's breathing, picking up as the story took a thrilling turn. He was warm, and she decided she rather liked the feel of him snuggled up against her. In fact it was a little distracting. "Hey. You comfy, kiddo?" Cloud Chaser asked.
Rumble looked up from his reading, looking a bit puzzled, then nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine. Oh... How about you, miss Cloud Chaser?"
Cloud Chaser gave the colt an indulgent smile. "It's just 'Cloud Chaser', stop with the 'miss' part, kay?" She leaned in, and kissed Rumble on the nose, making him laugh and pull back.
"Ewwwww! Girl mouth!" his face scrunched up and he rubbed his nose against the padded cloud they were settled on.
Cloud Chaser laughed at that, then growled playfully, peppering a line of kisses along Rumble's cheek, making him squeak and laugh,squirming away with a flutter of his wings. "Girl mouth huh? I'll give you girl mouth! Ar-rar-rarararar!" she mock-snarled as she rained kisses down the side of Rumble's neck.
"Augh! Stoppit!" laughed the foal, trapped by the bottomless pit of the beanbag. when Cloud Chaser pressed her lips to the base of his throat and blew a loud raspberry against his skin, he squealed with ticklish laughter, trying to catch his breath.
Cloud Chaser looked down at the colt she'd just been teasing, now on his back, mane all mussed up, his slender chest rising with his sharp breaths. He was so cute! And she was feeling so... warm. When Rumble cracked his eyes open and peered at Cloud Chaser's own lavender ones, she reached a decision, smirking down at him. "Here comes the girl mouth!" she announced, leaning down, and touching her lips against his.
Rumble's eyes opened in surprise at the kiss. He very nearly pulled away, wanting to continue the play. But the warmth and softness of Cloud Chaser's lips against his lured him in. Instead of pulling away, he leaned up into the kiss, a soft noise of enjoyment coming from his throat when Cloud Chaser nibbled the colt's lower lip.
He even tasted good, decided Cloud Chaser. When Rumble pressed into the kiss, her eyes fluttered shut and she sighed, nibbling, and then letting her tongue tease and caress. At that sensation, Rumble finally did pull back from the kiss, his violet eyes wide, grey cheeked flushed.
"What was that?" he murmured, even as his own tongue brushed his lips. He felt his heart thumping in his chest as he looked up at Cloud Chaser with surprise.
"That, kiddo, was a kiss." Cloud Chaser remarked, giving him a soft smile. "Did you like it?"
Y-yeah... It felt... really nice," nodded Rumble, his wings giving another flutter. He was suddenly realizing he'd never noticed how pretty his brother's friend was.
"Well..." Cloud Chaser hesitated. was she sure about this? The colt's eager expression and the building warmth in her stomach told her yes. "I've got an idea for something we can do to pass the time besides reading, and it involves more kissing. You up for it, kiddo?"
Rumble responded by leaning up, and awkwardly kissing the filly. Her wings lifted and gave a little flap, heart melting at the youngster's eagerness. Once again, her velvety tongue teased against his lips, coaxing them open. His little moan when she finally tasted inside his mouth sent shivers down her spine.
Lightly pinned as he was, Rumble suddenly had absolutely no intention of ever being anywhere else. The sensation of the older mare's soft tongue in his mouth was making things a little hazy; all he could really think was that she tasted a little bit like lemonade. Cautiously he pinched his lips against her tongue and gave a little suck and lick. When the pegasus groaned and shivered over him, he redoubled his efforts, happily swirling his tongue with hers, following back into her mouth.
Cloud Chaser felt tingles sparkling up and down her body when the colt fenced his tongue with hers, even drawing him deeper into her mouth with a soft suckle, nibbling at his tongue before it slipped away. She broke the kiss, panting softly, and nuzzled Rumble's neck, nibbling at his skin as she inched down kiss by little kiss.
Left with nothing to do with his mouth, Rumble instead leaned forward a bit, nuzzling at the blue-and-frost strands of her mane, breathing the mare's scent deep. Finding a pale violet ear, he even at it, delighting in the giggle this brought out of Cloud Chaser. The kisses and touches were stirring him, a sensation he usually never got outside the shower, as his sheath started to fill.
A sudden horrid realization swept over him; the filly, now kissing his chest, was slowly but steadily heading that way! "Cloud Chaser! W-wait..!" he spoke, uncomfortably. When she looked up at him, eyes concerned, he felt even more self-conscious. "D-don't... don't go down there. It's getting... It's... You don't want to see." So certain he was that the mare would share his embarrassment, that he didn't even notice the sudden eager smile on her face.
"Ooooh... Why, that... that just sounds terrible!" Cloud Chaser crooned in mock-sympathy with Rumble's 'plight.' Then she ducked her head down, blowing a raspberry into the foal's navel, making him shout and laugh. "We'll just have to take care of that then, won't we?" Without any hesitation, she nuzzled and kissed at the gentle curve of his stomach, before leaning up again to have a look at him.
On his back, with his legs open, there was nothing hidden, and Cloud Chaser's breath caught. His tight grey pouch displayed the full orbs within, and higher up, the rounded, pink-blotched head of his cock was peeking from his sheath. Granted, it wasn't the largest Cloud Chaser had seen, but just the sight of it was enough to make her feel like her nethers were melting.
Looking up at Rumbles incredulous face, she smiled. "You're gorgeous... Just relax, it'll be fun." Holding eye contact, she leaned down, licking at his belly around the sheath, making the foal squirm from her teasing. That soft, wet tongue drew itself up and down the bit of length showing, and Rumble's eyes widened as he fell back against the beanbag cloud. Cloud Chaser gave a soft whinny at the warm, clean taste of his flesh, before slipping her lips over the exposed crown, tugging and suckling at the semi-firm shaft.
Rumble's eyes couldn't leave Cloud Chaser's, as if her dark-lined, violet gaze held him trapped. The sensation was like nothing Rumble had felt before; the hot wetness of her mouth surrounding him, the feel of her agile tongue exploring his every curve and ridge... It was almost unbearable. He lifted his hips, gyrating with a loud groan, as he felt himself harden more.
The feel of this young stallion growing in her mouth was driving Cloud Chaser mad with lust. The throbs against her lips, the feel of him stretching deeper into her mouth. She lifted her head with him, bobbing and slurping noisily at just the top inches, her tongue probing into the slit at the top, lapping away the alkaline-sweet pre-cum that was already gathering there, before pulling away with a soft 'pop.'
"Wow, you taste good," she murmured, one hoof caressing the foal's stomach, the other gently massaging his balls. The slick, throbbing member that now stood angled over Rumble's belly was, while no giant, certainly a blessing for a foal his size. She leaned in, pressing tender kisses against the few pink blotches on the dark skin, daintily using her lips to nibble at the ring circling the middle of his member.
"I... I... I do?" the breathless foal asked in surprise, giving little jolts and groans as she teased his hard flesh. At her approving nod, he could only grin. His forehooves dug into the beanbag as Cloud Chaser's hot, velvety tongue slowly slid up his shaft and swirled around the head, before she engulfed him again.
The colt's low groan of pleasure and gently bucking hips encouraged Cloud Chaser, her own moan vibrating against his flesh as she bobbed her head faster, still massaging his full balls. She sucked firmly on the upstroke, silky cheeks sliding against the hot member, each time swirling and probing with her tongue at his head.
Rumble panted and squirmed, his slender hips working to keep him in the filly's eager, hungry mouth. He couldn't tear his eyes away from the sight of Cloud Chaser, her eyes closed in bliss as she bobbed and slurped on his cock. When she opened her eyes, and her sultry gaze met his, something happened. Rumble let out a higher-pitched moan and rolled his eyes back, as he suddenly felt his balls tighten, and hard throbs spasmed through his member.
Cloud Chaser was taken by surprise when the first squirt of the colt's cum splashed against the back of her tongue. She groaned deep in her throat, locking her lips around him and massaging with her tongue, tugging at him as she swallowed each successive jet of the hot, surprisingly sweet fluid. When he was done, she slowly slid her lips up, suckling the last droplets from his swollen head, before letting him go.
"How'd you like that, Rumble?" she murmured to the foal, tongue brushing against her lips, cleaning his taste from them.
"Oh... Cloud Chaser..." was Rumble's dreamy response. He blinked his eyes, giving her a smile. "I loved it! Way awesome" He giggled a bit, and Cloud Chaser grinned with him.
"I really liked it too," she answered, kissing his stomach just above his glistening, softening cock, then moved back up to cuddle with the colt on the cloud-beanbag. His forelegs curled around her, and she in turn leaned down to kiss his nose again. "Do you want to do more stuff like that?" Cloud Chaser knew it was going to be a dumb question, without even needing to see the colt's eager nod. "Good, so would I..." She leaned closer, nibbling his ear, thrilling in the giggle this caused.
Rumble ducked his head from the nibbles, his hooves rubbing lightly along Cloud Chaser's sides, as if unsure what to do with himself. His heart was still fluttering after what he had just experienced. He glanced up at the filly, nibbling his lip, before finally asking, "Uhm, Cloud Chaser, what sort of other stuff?"
In response, Cloud Chaser curled her forelegs tighter around him and shifted around on the squishy cloud, so that she was on her back, wings spread out comfortably, with Rumble nestled to her side. "Well... You know what I did with you? The kissing and stuff? You could try that with me..." She smiled to the colt, tilting her head to give his lips a tender kiss. "Sound good?"
Rumble didn't need to hear the suggestion twice. His mouth tentatively sought Cloud Chaser's, his tender, warm lips nibbling and nestling with hers while he shifted himself to lay halfway over her. As they kissed, his hooves brushed along her wings, careful to not bend the feathers. Beneath him, Cloud Chaser groaned and shifted, signalling he was doing something right. He giggled against her mouth, tongue darting between her lips a final time, before he ducked his head lower, pecking kisses up and down her throat. As he moved lower, he nuzzled the short, plush fur of her chest, kissing at the lavender skin beneath. Glancing up, he murmured, "Like this, Cloud Chaser?"
"Oh... You're doing great, kiddo..." murmured Cloud Chaser, reaching down to caress his cheek with a hoof. "Don't stop, kay?"
"Kay." Rumble replied, beaming a smile before leaning back down, kissing into the dip of her navel. The feel of the foal's tongue swirling in her bellybutton made Cloud Chaser gasp and giggle, curling upwards a little bit, before pressing her hooves to his shoulders.
"Rumble!" her voice came as a breathless giggle, "That tickles! Stop! Eeek!" She finally managed to lever him up, stomach clenching still from the tickling. She smirked, seeing his impish smile. She gave his shoulder a little shove, playfully scowling at him. "You almost gave me the hiccups!"
"Sorry, Cloud Chaser," Rumble lied, his wings fluttering rapidly behind him, a broad grin on his face. "I didn't know... oh..." His breath caught wordlessly as Cloud Chaser scooted back and shifted position, so that her legs fell to either side of where he was kneeling. His eyes widened as he beheld her treasure, the curve of her stomach sweeping down to the flushed and swollen mound of her sex. The suede-smooth, lavender-hued folds were pouted out slightly, and damp with dewy moisture. As he stared, the delicate lips pouted open more, then clenched tight, showing him the bright pink within.
"Well, Rumble?" Cloud Chaser's voice was coy, her tail flicking against him. "Just going to stare?" She braced her hooves and lifted her hips, rolling them teasingly before settling her rump back against the cloud chair. Her breath came rapid with anticipation, heart pounding as heat built in her core.
Rumble gulped and gave Cloud Chaser a nervous smile. He lowered his head again, starting where he left off, giving her navel a kiss, careful to not tickle. The warm, enticing scent of her arousal drew him down, while peppering her lower tummy with quick kisses. When his lips reached the top of her mound, he paused, reveling in the warmth and her scent. It took an impatient whimper from Cloud Chaser to break the foal's reverie, and he finally lowered his mouth to her dripping sex.
Cloud Chaser sucked in a deep breath, and let it out as a shivery groan when she finally felt Rumble's mouth against her. His lips were warm and soft, their kisses and nibbles making her shudder. She felt herself clenching, winking against his lips, and then suddenly, his tongue was everywhere. She heard the foal's groans as he nuzzled tight, lapping and suckling at her quivering, hot flesh. Cloud Chaser let out a high, sweet moan, arching her back and digging her hooves into the cloud chair.
Rumble had no idea what he was doing. Just that when her folds had "kissed" him, her taste had warmed his mouth, and he wanted more. He pressed his mouth to her folds, basking in the warmth as his tongue flicked and licked and swirled, drawing as much of her sweet-musky taste from the yielding flesh as he could. He gave a muffled gasp of surprise when his tongue slipped into the mare's entrance, and was squeezed by the muscles within.
Above him, Cloud Chaser was starting to catch her breath. What Rumble was doing felt good - really good - but could be better. "Rumble," she gasped, looking down at him with half-lidded eyes. He peered up at her, mid-lick, and she couldn't help the giggle that the sight of his wet face caused. She reached down, caressing his cheek with a hoof. "Here's where it feels best.Just... do what I did."
Cloud Chaser's hoof guided Rumble's mouth to the firm, pink nub at the top of her lips. Rumble gave her a curious look, then smiled. "Will it feel as good as when you did it?" When she nodded, he smiled eagerly, and tasted the hard button with a firm lick. Encouraged by the filly's gasp and shiver, he delved in.
She felt like her brain was gong to explode. What Rumble lacked in skill or finesse, he more than made up with eagerness. Cloud Chaser's hips rocked while he suckled her throbbing clit, taut thigh muscles spasming from the rapid licks he gave her. "Rumble! Oh, fuck, Rumble, that feels goooood!" she cried from between clenched teeth. Her legs pressed to his ears as she came closer and closer to the edge, before finally toppling over, crying out as her body jerked and clenched, starbursts filling her vision for those brief moments.
Rumble stared in awe at the sight of Cloud Chaser writhing and panting. Nestled between his lips, her clit pulsed with her pounding heart, twitching and shivering with the rest of her. When her thighs finally relaxed, he released that tender nub, taking a deep breath and beaming up at her. "you taste really good too, Cloud Chaser."
The mare gave a short laugh at that, panting still. "I'm glad you like it. Mmmmmmm..." She lifted her forelegs above her head and stretched, catlike. "That was awesome, Rumble... Oh." She glanced down as the foal sat up, his newly-returned erection waggling in front of him. "Back for more already?" she teased.
Rumble flushed, looking down at his hard shaft, harder than it'd ever been before. He reached down, giving himself a gentle stroke, not noticing Cloud Chaser's intake of breath. "You... uhm. Can you... do that again?" he mumbled, a hopeful smile creeping onto his lips. "With... with your mouth?"
Cloud Chaser smiled back. "I've got a better idea, kiddo..." She smirked at the foal's disappointed look. If only he knew... Biting her lip, she shifted again on the beanbag cloud, rolling onto her stomach, wings stretching above her as she shook out her mane. She looked back at him, and swished her tail so that the silky strands teased his shaft and balls, ending with it cocked to the side. "I want to see what you feel like inside me."
The foal's heart leaped into his throat his suddenly pounding pulse making his cock bounce a bit. With her tail tucked to the side, Cloud Chaser's needy sex was exposed to him again, winking and clenching, her wetness coating the lips and her thighs. As if led by some higher force, Rumble drew nearer, his tongue lapping her slit all the way to her taut pucker, just before mounting the filly.
Feeling the weight of the foal pressing to her rump and lower back, Cloud Chaser lifted her hips a bit, and gasped sharply as Rumble's first thrust slid against her flesh, ending up prodding into the soft cloud beneath her. The two of them shifted around together, a few more of his thrusts teasing her like that. Cloud Chaser's breath caught at the feel of his head finally finding her aching pussy, prodding before sliding in.
Rumble's breath caught as he felt the heat of Cloud Chaser's need against his swollen knob, then let it out as a high-pitched moan as he felt himself easing into her tight tunnel. This was like nothing he could have anticipated; the searing heat, the silky wetness, and the feel of her muscles squeezing, almost sucking as her body tried to pull his cock deeper. With his wings fluttering excitedly, he decided to give her what she wanted, and pushed hard into her, burying himself to the base within her tight passage.
Beneath him, Cloud Chaser's body was aflame. The feel of Rumble's hot shaft buried in her was amazing, made more so by the knowledge of just how naughty it was. Here she was, in her best friend's house, getting rutted by his little brother! She let out a cry of pleasure when Rumble pressed his hooves into her comet cutie mark and thrust hard again, hard enough to make his heavy balls bounce off her soaked folds. "Oh, Oh, Rumble... go faster... Need more..." she heard herself pant.
He needed no further encouragement, instinct already taking over. he held tightly to her flanks and reared his hips back, the sensation of drawing from her body almost as good as the feel of pushing in... almost, but not quite. With a soft grunt, he lunged home again, eliciting a squeal and shiver from beneath him, and set to arching and rocking his hips, giving Cloud Chaser the rapid thrusts she had asked for.
For her part, Cloud Chaser was losing herself to a world of ecstasy. Her insides gripped at him, wanting to hold the colt as deep inside as possible, the friction from each time he drew back sending flashes of delicious pleasure through her body. She rocked back against him, her musical cries mingling with his breathless panting and groaning.
And finally, release. Cloud Chaser felt it building inside, and let it wash over her, a wave of heat and energy, making her muscles clench and shudder, her wings flapping nearly enough to take off. Above her, Rumble felt the spasms, the hard clenching around his cock, and heard the sweet, orgasmic cries of Cloud Chaser. it was enough to bring him over the edge with her, thrusting himself deep as a tingle started in his spine, and grew to be a powerful throbbing in his shaft, as he sent jets of warm cum into the older mare.
After just a few moments, Cloud Chaser's muscles relaxed, and she collapsed face down into the seat. The soft, cottony cloud did a good job of muffling her sudden bout of giggles. Rumble, still trying to get both his breath and vision back, huffed softly. "What's... what's so funny?"
"Noffin'," Cloud Chaser responded, still muffled. There was a low moan as Rumble withdrew from her, her insides clenching again. She shifted onto her side, smiling at him. "I'm just happy." More giggles from the flushed mare, before she rolled out of the cloud, clumsy with her wobbly legs. She leaned over, kissing Rumble's mouth quickly. "we should probably get cleaned up before your brothers get home."
Rumble, still sprawled on the cloud seat, could only nod dumbly. "Y-yeah... Just give me a second! ...Wow." Cloud Chaser's giggling grew at the image of the blissed-out foal, and she leaned over to nuzzle his tummy.
"C'mon, I'll wash yours if you wash mine," she said with a teasing grin. Like a bolt, Rumble was upright and dashing down the hall towards his family's bathing room. Cloud Chaser smiled and shook her head, pausing only to fluff the cloud and replace that book on it.
"Flitter's going to think I've lost my mind..." she thought as she took off, darting after the foal. Within a few moments, the empty house was graced by the sounds of falling water, laughter, and lilting noises of pleasure, before falling quiet once again.
"Have you lost your feather-flapping mind?!"
Cloud Chaser snickered, "I totally called that." The grey pegasus was already curled up on the bed she shared with her sister Flitter, who was now pacing around their shared bedroom agitatedly.
"It's not funny," Flitter huffed. "You rutted with Thunderlane's little brother, Cloud Chaser! It's... it's...!" Flitter's wings flapped a bit, then folded against her sides as she trotted back and forth over the floor.
"...It was awesome?" Cloud Chaser ventured, grinning a little and ignoring the glare her twin sister gave her. She stretched out with a sigh, forelegs folding behind her head. "Besides, you didn't even let me finish!"
"I'm not sure I want to hear any more," Flitter huffed again, turning up her nose and swishing her tail dismissively. "Taking advantage of that poor confused foal! You really ought to be ashamed of yourself, Cloud Chaser."
"Oh! Look who's all prim and proper now!" Cloud Chaser rolled her eyes, then scrunched her nose and mocked Flitter's voice. "Oh Cloud Chaser, tee hee, I can tell you had some fun today, giggle giggle, tell me all about it! OOMPH!"
"I don't sound like that," Flitter grumbled, a second pillow ready to be thrown at her sister's head, eyes narrowed dangerously.
"You asked, though! You wanted to know all about what sort of fun you missed out on!" Cloud Chaser held the first pillow in front of her like a shield, big violet eyes peering over the top edge at her sister. "And you totally do sound like that!" Cloud Chaser hastily lifted her pillow to block the one Flitter flung at her, laughing.
"I had a cold that day," Flitter grumbled under her breath again, before finally heaving a soft sigh and clambering onto her side of the large bed. She tucked the pillow she had just tossed under her head as she lay facing Cloud Chaser. "So? Finish, then."
Cloud Chaser poked her tongue out at her sister, pulling the thick covers over them both. "Nope! You're mean. Throwing pillows and stuff." She turned away from Flitter, nuzzling deep into her pillow.
Flitter rolled her eyes and huffed, tucking the covers under her chin. "Fine, Cloud Chaser. I still think you're out of your mind." When Cloud Chaser didn't reply, Flitter glanced over. It seemed her sister was truly asleep, the mound she made in the covers rising and falling with her steady breaths. With a little sigh, Flitter reached over to turn off the light on her nightstand, then lay back into her pillows, staring at the ceiling.
She couldn't get the story Cloud Chaser had told her out of her head. When she closed her eyes, her imagination conjured forth images of Rumble and her sister. The two of them tasting each other, feeling one another, and then, like Cloud Chaser had described, the little foal thrusting away into her sister. The more Flitter tried to not think of it, the more vivid the images became, and the warmer she felt between her thighs. There was only one way Flitter was going to get any sleep...
She glanced over at her sister again. Cloud Chaser hadn't moved, her breaths still slow and soft in her sleep. Flitter tucked her hooves beneath the coverlet, stroking the soft grey fur over her chest and stomach. Her hoof crept lower with each stroke, until she felt the short, velvety fuzz just before the source of her warmth.
Flitter licked her lips and laid back, letting her eyes close. Into her mind's eye popped Rumble again, this time alone. Her hooves were replaced by his lips, the cute foal's nuzzles and kisses teasing and tantalizing her chest and stomach, slowly working his way down... The hoof she brushed over the smooth skin of her mound was his mouth, grazing against her flesh. Flitter's lips curled into a smile as she "felt" the colt's kisses and lapping tongue, while her other hoof continued its slow self-petting along her side and flank.
Careful so as to not jostle the bed, Flitter opened her legs more, applying more pressure between them. She bit her lip around a shaky sigh that threatened escape, as her hoof drew back and forth between her folds, spreading the growing moisture over that tender flesh. Eyes still closed, she saw Rumble, his grey cheeks flushed as he dipped his muzzle to her sex, tongue easing between the lips and exploring, like her sister had described. The foal - and her hoof - studiously avoided her clit, instead massaging and teasing the soft, moist mound, down to her entrance. She worked there for a moment, feeling her wetness grow, until a clench of muscle deep within caused that opening to "wink" against her hoof. Even through she was trying to keep quiet, Flitter couldn't stifle the gasp she made
A murmur to her right nearly snapped Flitter from her reverie, the dream-illusion of Rumble lapping at her wet need nearly fading. Flitter froze, waiting for her sister to say something. When nothing happened, she let out a silent breath and began anew. Her now-wet hoof slipped lower, and with it her imaginary foal lover. It was his warm, moist tongue circling and teasing at her pucker, pushing at the ring of muscle, before retreating upwards, making a steady line for her clit. Flitter swallowed, and folded her legs around that busy hoof, shifting onto her side as she finally allowed herself to touch her aching nub, pressing her mouth into her thick pillow to keep her moan from waking her sister.
Images darted through her mind; Rumble still, licking and nuzzling at her stiffened center, with that ecstatic smile Cloud Chaser had described. She envisioned the foal's stiff pink member prodding and teasing at her sex, seeking entry. Her loins ached with the need to buck against the source of her pleasure. Her dream-Rumble eased his hot shaft lower, he was just about to...
Flitter gasped in shock when her sister's foreleg draped over her, Cloud Chaser's breath brushing her ear with a giggle. "Oh, wow, Flitter, you're so naughty! Are you thinking about what I told you?" Flitter could only nod, her flushed face looking mortified.
Cloud Chaser kissed her sister's temple, cuddling close behind her. "You could have asked me to help, you know. Here..." Cloud Chaser's hoof stroked down Flitter's stomach, meeting her sister's hoof between her thighs, nudging it away. "Oh wow Flitter, you're so wet!" Cloud Chaser murmured into her sister's ear. "What were you thinking about?"
Flitter let out a throaty groan as her sister's hoof began to rub a firm circle against her flesh. "I... I was thinking about Rumble... He was just about to be inside me." She felt her self wink agist her sibling's hoof again, welcoming a stallion that wasn't really there.
Cloud Chaser nuzzled Flitter's neck, kissing lightly. "It'd be me and him, you know... I'd be licking you, in that way you like..." Cloud Chaser stretched her foreleg down further, stroking her sister's tightly-clenched anus. "And you'd have Rumble in your mouth... He tastes so good, Flitter."
Flitter's face was still hot, but her sister's words and touches were bringing her back to her fantasy, only now the other pegasus filly was there too, doing just as she described. Flitter brought her dampened hoof to her mouth, lapping at her own taste, picturing it as an eager young foal's engorged member. No longer cautious, she squeezed her legs around her sister's hoof, rocking gently.
"See how good that tastes, Flitter? Let me... numph..." Cloud Chaser leaned over a bit, tasting her sister's sweet-musky hoof, their tongues brushing against one another. After a moment the hoof was forgotten as the two fillies delved into each other's mouths. Still pressed to her sister's back, Cloud Chaser rocked in tandem with Flitter, grinding herself against the base of her sisters tail.
Flitter's mind was racing. Her imaginary Rumble was replaced by her very real sister. It wasn't the first time, but every time was special. Her tongue curled and darted in Cloud Chaser's mouth, before breaking away so she could let out a sweet moan. Cloud Chaser's massage of her back door gave way to firm-but-gentle downward strokes against Flitter's clit. Flitter felt her sister's dampness against her tail, heard her panting into her ear. Flitter felt her inside drawing tight, her breath coming in staccato gasps...
"Cum for me, Flitter," Cloud Chaser rowled into her twin's ear. "I want to hear you cum, I want to feel you get me soaking wet..." Cloud Chaser's husky whispers and warm breath filled the other filly's ear. Her hoof rolled against that hot little nub, hips rocking hard in rhythm with her strokes. A sudden inspiration struck, and she clamped her tooth nto the side of Flitter's neck
"Ah, ah... Chaser... Chaaaaaaaay!" Flitter's head arched back as her body clenched and spasmed, sleek flier's muscles flexing all the way down her body. The biting and thrusting took her back to her fantasy, the image of an eager grey colt buried deep inside, filling her. With another loud, sweet cry her insides clenched, a gush of hot nectar splashing against her sister's hoof, then another. Quivering and spent, Flitter lay lip and panting in her sister's embrace.
"That was awesome Flitter... We should do this more often." cloud Chaser felt herself getting giggly again, as she usually did after sex. She dipped her head down, kissing Flitter's bitten neck, her hoof slowing to a stop finally.
"Only if you want to do the laundry..." Flitter remarked teasingly, looking dreamy-eyed. After a moment of basking in the afterglow, she turned towards her sister, tangling their limbs into a mutual embrace. "Did you finish?"
"Why would I have to do laundry? You're the one messing up the sheets," Cloud Chaser huffed. She leaned in to kiss her sister's nose, shaking her head. "I'm... still a little sore," she admitted with a sheepish grin, before a thoughtful look crossed her face. "So, you were thinking about Rumble, huh?"
"Oh," Flitter flushed, glancing around nervously. "Well, you kind of made it hard not to... But..." She trailed off, seeing the devious look in her sisters' eye. "Oh no... You have an idea.
"I have an idea!" Cloud Chaser repeated, smiling brightly.
Thanks for coming on such short notice, girls," Star Catcher said, his bright blue mane looking disheveled from his hurrying. "If I don't get to this job interview in... ohmigosh, foodsinthefridge, emergencynumbersbythephone, noparties and smack Thunderlane if he shows up! Gottagobye!"
Flitter and Cloud Chaser gave each other puzzled looks as the stallion dashed by them without a second look. "Guys," Cloud Chaser explained... then broke into a smile when Rumble peered around the corner. "Hey kiddo! Long week no see!"
Rumble couldn't help flushing, despite himself, and ducked his head a little. "Hi, Cloud Chaser. Hi Flitter. Are... are you both going to watch me?"
"Of course!" Flitter nodded, giving her sister a meaningful look. "Sisters do everything together."
