Fritter and Flitter

The two found a door near the back of the auditorium and cautiously opened it. It seemed empty apart from a few benches. The room was probably used as a store room for the seating when it wasn't laid out up front.

"I'm," began Fritter, "I mean... I... I don't normally do this."

"I know," said Flitter, "neither do I."

"It's just that you're so... with your wings, and your hair. You just looked so beautiful, I couldn't resist putting my hand on you. I'm sorry about it. I didn't realise it would have quite that effect."

Flitter blushed. "I just... I think you're really cute." With some effort, she brought her wings under control and folded them.

Now that the urgency was gone from their situation, they both felt a little awkward. Fritter bit the bullet and trotted over to Flitter. They kissed again, with less fervour than last time, but more sensuality. Their tongues played against each other. Flitter raised her wings and used one to gently embrace Fritter.

Apple Fritter felt the soft feathery underside of the pegasus wing against the side of her head, and snuggled into it. While she kissed Flitter back, she raised a front hoof and placed it on her companion's shoulder to embrace her too.

While they kissed, each ponies began to feel a warmth between her legs. Apple Fritter had been with colts before, and knew what this sort of thing led to with them, but had never been with a mare before. She withdrew her front hoof from Flitter's shoulder and reached between her legs, but it was awkward to reach standing up. She broke off the kiss awkwardly and sighed, before trying again.

"Never been with a mare before?" asked Flitter. Apple Fritter shook her head. "Don't worry sweetie. Flitter will take care of you. Lie down on your side."

Apple Fritter obediently lay on one of the benches. Flitter knelt down to kiss her some more on the mouth. While they kissed, Flitter trailed her wing up and down her partner's belly. Fritter felt slightly ticklish, but managed to avoid giggling. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling of the wing. Feeling the soft feathers against her coat turned her on even more.

While still kissing Fritter, Flitter adjusted her position, and soon Apple Fritter no longer felt a wing against her belly, but a hoof on her thigh, creeping up and up towards her fillyparts. Inches away, the hoof came to a stop. Fritter opened her eyes when Flitter stopped kissing her.

Flitter gazed into Apple Fritter's brilliant emerald green eyes and started rubbing between Apple Fritter's back legs. She relished seeing the look on the yellow mare's when her hoof made contact. Fritter's look of impatience and uncertainty dissolved in a fraction of a second to happiness and satisfaction.

Apple Fritter felt the heat in her hindquarters multiply ten-fold while the blue pegasus rubbed at the entrance to her foalhole. She closed her eyes again and enjoyed the feeling. Flitter kissed her again, and their tongues fought, full of passion.

Between kisses, Flitter could hear her partner's breathing becoming harder and faster. Flitter could reach her own fillyparts reasonably comfortably, so started rubbing herself too. She broke off kissing the earth pony's lips and kissed down her neck and belly. Fritter gasped when she felt Flitter kissing the lips of her foalhole. Flitter's tongue explored the yellow outer folds, tasting the sweet apple juice flavour of her juices, before seeking out Fritter's inner pinkness.

Apple Fritter was almost panting and found herself involuntarily bucking her hips at Flitter's face. Flitter knew what she was doing and didn't let this movement disturb her from her task. She stopped rubbing between her own legs, and wrapped a hoof around Fritter's flank to steady her movements, pushing her tongue deeper into Fritter's hole.

Apple Fritter was on the brink of climax. As she let go of the tension inside her, she heard the audience outside erupt in applause as the Ponytones had finished their song, and masked her scream of joy. She bucked harder against Flitter's face, and Flitter's muzzle rubbed against that most sensitive part of her, adding to Fritter's ecstasy.

Fritter's trickle of apple juice turned into a stream, and Flitter lapped it up, swallowing every drop. After a minute, Apple Fritter pushed Flitter's head away, as she was too sensitive for her to continue.

Flitter returned her attention to Fritter's lips, allowing the earth pony a taste of her own sweet apple flavour. They kissed each other sensuously, Fritter in a state of blissful tranquillity. Apple Fritter felt relaxed, and almost sleepy after the experience, but Flitter was eager to have her turn. They continued kissing, Flitter trying to inject extra passion and urgency into their kisses, but Fritter not getting the message, and lazily returning them. Finally Flitter asked, "can we swap places now?"

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Apple Fritter opened her eyes and blushed. "I'm sorry," she apologised, "I've never done this before. Of course, it should be your turn now. You might have to talk me through this."

Fritter stood up, allowing Flitter to take her place on the bench. Flitter adjusted her position to expose her entire underside but without squashing her wings uncomfortably. Apple Fritter resumed kissing her partner, and stroking her mane with a hoof. After a minute or two, she became more bold and allowed her hoof to wander further down, along Flitter's front. Flitter squirmed as the hoof passed over her exposed belly.

"Ticklish?" asked Apple Fritter, pausing with her hoof at the lower end of Flitter's belly, and a mischievous look in her eye.

"Don't you dare!" giggled Flitter.

Apple Fritter trailed her hoof in gentle circles around Flitter's exposed tummy. Flitter writhed from the ecstatic torture being performed on her stomach.

"No, stop!" she laughed, tears forming in her eyes. She pushed Apple Fritter's hoof away.

Apple Fritter grinned. "How can you be ticklish?" she asked, "you're practically MADE of feathers."

"Oh, shut up and kiss me!" demanded Flitter.

Fritter followed instructions. The ponies' tongues intertwined, and Apple Fritter brought her hoof between the pegasus mare's legs.

"No," said Flitter, breaking away from the kiss. A look of disappointment came to Apple Fritter's face. "Not yet. Slowly. Start at my wings."

Apple Fritter was confused.

"Don't you know anything about pegasi?" giggled Flitter. "Wings are very sensitive. Especially the part where they join onto my body. That's about the one place I can't reach with my own hooves though!"

Apple Fritter got the idea. She started kissing the pale blue pony again, and used her hoof to rub Flitter's back, concentrating on the area where her wings were connected. Judging by the extra enthusiasm that the pegasus was putting into their kiss, she was doing the right thing.

Flitter lay one hoof on Apple Fritter's cheek and caressed her face lovingly. She already had a fillyfriend, but the relationship wasn't "exclusive". She could see herself falling for somepony like Apple Fritter. That would be so much more convenient. More acceptable to pony society than. No, she shouldn't get ahead of herself.

Flitter sighed and rolled more onto her back before guiding Apple Fritter's hoof down between her legs. Fritter may not have had any experience pleasuring other fillies before, but she knew her way around her own foalhole, and couldn't imagine a pegasus would be very different in that department.

Flitter was already dripping wet from the wing rub, and Apple Fritter's hoof glided across her slick lips with ease. She eagerly started rubbing the little button where the lips met, which from the intensity of Flitter's kisses, she could tell was appreciated. Fritter broke from direct contact with Flitter's clitoris, and instead drew little circles just around it for a few moments, before returning to her previous activity.

After a minute or so, Fritter could tell that Flitter was close to orgasm. To slow things down, she turned her attention to the lips of Flitter's foalhole. She rubbed them gently, and then tentatively pushed her hoof between them. She met with some resistance almost immediately. Surely this couldn't be? Flitter was a virgin? Technically, at least.

Apple Fritter decided to stick to the outer areas, and rubbed Flitter's outer folds instead. She was curious about what the mare tasted like. "Is it OK if I use my tongue?" she asked Flitter, breaking away from the kiss.

"I thought you'd never ask!" came the quick reply.

Apple Fritter walked around the bench to position her head between Flitter's hind legs. She breathed deeply, and inhaled the smell of fresh dew on a spring morning. "Oh my," she thought, "I never knew fillies smelt so sweet."

"Thanks," said Flitter, "but I taste even sweeter."

Sweet merciful Celestia!! Had she said that out loud?!

Apple Fritter got started. The little pony nervously licked Flitter's lips, from the bottom right up to the clit. It tasted just how it smelt. She flicked at the clitoris a few times with her tongue before returning to the lips. She let her tongue slide inside, and thought she could almost feel Flitter's unbroken fillyhood. The taste here was slightly more salty, but still delicious.

It was not long before the pegasus was panting like Winona. Apple Fritter now had her two front hooves holding Flitter's hind legs apart, and was lapping at her fillyparts eagerly. With no other warning Flitter bucked her hips upwards and sighed loudly, reaching her orgasm. Her dew flowed freely and Fritter drank it all up.

Flitter's legs relaxed and a satisfied smile crept across her face. "Oh for the love of Luna," she exclaimed once she had regained some semblance of composure. "That was good! Are you sure you've never done this before?"

Apple Fritter came up for air and walked around to face her new acquaintance. "I think I would have remembered if I had," she joked.

Outside the room there was a roar of applause.

"Listen," said Flitter, "they think you did well too!"