The Aura of Two

There's something I let everyone I meet know right off the bat: I'm not good with secrets. I hate having somepony I only know by a face come up to me and tell me some bit of gossip or hidden demon they've been hiding in their closet, expecting me to not let it slip at the first confrontation. It's happened more than once, and that's why I've become such an introvert.

Well, until recently.

Something happened to me, and it made me realize that secrets are stupid. If you have something to say, you should just go ahead and say it. I'm not afraid of being me anymore. I'm shameless about my bizarre tastes in music. I dance like nopony's watching, even if everypony's watching. I'm open about my dorky habits. And I don't care what anypony has against me. Because of that, I have more friends than ever.

How ironic that it's my greatest secret of all that taught me how stupid secrets really are. The only reason I keep this one under wraps is because, honestly, I want this all to myself.

My name is Rumble, and six months ago, Vinyl Scratch turned me into an incubus.

Some would probably say I’m a demon. And no, they couldn’t be further off. If I really, really had to liken this to anything, it's more like being a reverse changeling. Those insect things feed off love; succubi and incubi spread it.

We live... honestly, kinda like how Pinkie Pie lives. We love to share joy with the world, just through the spreading of legs instead of batter. And our parties are a little more intimate, of course. Having been to a few, I can safely say that they are a very different sort of fun.

There's more to this power than just being able to bring pleasure, of course. While there isn't any sort of code or honor system we have to follow, I like to consider myself an agent of love.

That's why I'm sitting here right now, watching a rather homely looking mare sit by her lonesome at a coffee shop across the street. She has her beady eyes on a suave gentlecolt who wears his suit proud. He's talking to a curvy beauty with luscious locks and legs that go on for miles.

You'd think this suited fellow would sweep that belle off her hooves, but I don't see that happening. While his aura is strong, and it's clear he's looking for love, there doesn't seem to be any connection between him and the pretty one. His aura is a fiery red, whereas hers is a deep blue. She's not quite what the stallion is looking for.

However, the homely one’s aura is also pretty strong. It's a similar color to the stallion's, almost the exact same shade of red. It's clear to me that there's a missing opportunity for this stallion, and she's just a few steps away.

I pinch the auras between my fingers and bring them together. Yes, that's it... The stallion can't figure out why, but he's suddenly drawn from his conversation with the beautiful one. His heart flutters as he looks at other mare. He knows her, yes, but he can't comprehend why he's suddenly attracted to her askew glasses, unkempt mane and uncomposed manner of sitting. Yet, he walks over to her anyway, looking to strike up a conversation...

See? Succubi aren’t bad just because we're different. All that's really changed for me is I that now have the power to help ponies. It’s something I’ve wanted to do for a long time. It's not wrong to get two people to talk. It’s not as if I’m forcing them to fall in love. I don't have a cutie mark for love magic anyway. This is no different than pushing a friend towards that chick you met last week that you know would just love him to pieces. Except I can do it from across the street.

But this is where my work ends. It’s all up to those two now. I’ll find somepony for the pretty mare later. I have a previous engagement...

I've found myself standing outside the front door of this lakeside house, a picnic basket hanging from one arm, and a butterfly-friendly pith helmet on my head. It’s gonna mess up my haircut, but that’s a small price to pay for a lovely afternoon.

"Hey, Flitter, you ready to go?" I ask when the door opens.

This lovely pegasus, her bright blue hair reflecting the afternoon sun, her bow giving her a sense of innocence... She has soft blue aura tinged pink at the edges as she sways on her hooves. Her sun dress is fluttering on the breeze.

"Of course," she says, her smile still bright and cheerful. "I can’t thank you enough for this. Cloudchaser says the butterfly migration's a bit boring to watch ever since the dragons flew over a few years ago. I'm glad to be able to go again." She skips down the front steps and gives me a hug, which segues into the first steps of what’s bound to be a pleasant trip.

I love the Ponyville outskirts. It’s mostly wooded, with just a few beautiful houses and vibrant patches of grass I could lay in for hours, which is more or less what’s going to happen. It’s worth it to spend time with a good friend.

“Hey. Let’s hold hands,” I say to Flitter with a confident smirk.

"Oh, sure." I can almost feel her blush as her slim hand folds into mine, her aura increasing in brightness as her fingertips brushing against my knuckles. “So, uh, how’ve you been? We barely get any time to talk during training, so…”

“I’m absolutely wonderful, as per usual,” I boast. I think my transformation has also caused my voice to deepen. If I had said that six months ago, I would have sounded awkward. “I finished my final test for the Wonderbolts Spotting Division last week. They don’t have any openings at the moment, so I’m gonna enlist in Fall.”

“Aw. Still, you’re practically a Wonderbolt already. That’s something to be proud of,” Flitter says. She’s beaming at me.

“Hey.” I squeeze her hand. “Someday, you, me and your sister? We’ll all be Wonderbolts.”

Flitter looks doubtful. “Hm… Well, you and Cloudchaser might have to wait for me. I’m not quite flight team material yet.”

“Are you kidding me?” I snark at her. “Mistress Flitter, the pegasus with a zero-degree turning radius, capable of dodging a hundred clay discs with expert precision? The mare with nerves of steel who can survive a hundred rotations on the dizzitron and recover in six seconds? That’s way more impressive than a high top speed. You let your sister worry about crossing the finish line fast. You’re far better at showing your stuff in the air.”

Her blush is radiant, and it just makes her more beautiful. Her aura flits about like a hummingbird, her fingers sliding against my palm as she pulls herself closer. Yet, she’s also trying to shrink away. "But all I'm good at is turning. If someone's life was in danger, I couldn't help them..."

I put my free hand on her chin, bringing her eyes up to meet mine as I give her hand a gentle squeeze. "Hey, c'mon. It’s like I said last week: My eyes, Chaser's speed, and your grace are gonna turn those Wonderbolts on their heads. We’ll show those limpwings true talent.”

“Okay, okay.” Flitter giggles, wiping a strand of hair from her eyes. Something else catches her attention on the path ahead. “Ooh! Look!” She points forward. It takes me a moment to see what she she’s so captivated by. It’s one of the butterflies. This one, like her aura, is pink and blue.

“Little rascal must have gotten a head start on the migration.” I set down the picnic basket and reach out my free hand to let the bugger land on my finger. “Isn’t that right, you adorable overcompensator, you?”

“Ooh, let me hold her,” Flitter squeaks, slowly reaching out with her free hand.

“Actually, it’s a boy,” I say quickly.

Flitter looks genuinely curious as she lets the butterfly hop onto her palm. “How do you know?” she asks.

“The wing pattern,” I lie. In actuality, I can see this one’s aura too. A boy’s aura is usually a bit thicker than a girl’s, which tends to be softer and wider.

“That’s fascinating.” Flitter gently twitches her fingers, causing the butterfly to take off towards a small pond. “I can guess that the rest of the migration will be coming along soon. How about we take our seat over there?” She points to a shaded area on the grass, between the thick bushes and the pond.

“Took the words right out of my mouth.” I let go of Flitter’s hand and pick up the picnic basket.

So, a half hour later, Flitter and I are relaxing by the pond. I’m sitting upright while she’s lying on her side, lazily nibbling fruit from the picnic basket. We’re still waiting for the migration; only a few more early bloomers have fluttered on by.

Meaningless conversations are very underappreciated. We don’t talk about life or existence or significant events that could come back to haunt us at a later date. We just talk about ideas (“What if the Wonderbolts let us customize our flight suits?” Flitter suggests), our favorite foods (Hers is strawberry crepes, mine is strawberry shortcake), whatever parties we’ve been to recently (Flitter was at Pound and Pumpkin Cake’s birthday party. I, however, was with some fellow incubi and succubi for a… gathering. I just told Flitter about Diamond Tiara’s recent wine tasting instead).

“That doesn’t sound much like your sort of thing,” Flitter remarks as she suckles down on a strawberry. “I mean, aren’t you all about cool leather jackets and slang? I’m trying to picture you in a suit, but…”

“Diamond Tiara said I rock a suit pretty well. The one I wore, it’s double-breasted with a lightning patterned tie. Now that’s a conversation starter.” I would have worn that suit today, but it’s in dry cleaning. Plus, I don’t think all of this grass and dirt would be too kind to anything formal. I’m perfectly fine in my white button-up, black tank top and ripped jeans.

Flitter seems to be looking me over, analyzing my wardrobe. “Speaking of clothes, something seems different about your garb lately,” she says.

"What do you mean?" I look at myself again, and grimace, wondering if there’s something wrong with it. Is it the jeans? I'm sure a butterfly wouldn't care, but maybe Flitter doesn't like the ripped look.

“Well, I remember when you were little..."

I slump down a little, groaning internally. Great, foalsitting stories.

"... you were so adorable in those t-shirts you were always wearing. My favorite was probably the steel blue one with the Junior Speedsters logo on it. You were always so proud to have made the team!"

I flush a little at the memory, partly from embarrassment, and partly from pride. "Yeah, I rocked that shirt all the time, until we got the championship blazers." And then I hit puberty and realized that they let anypony onto that team, I mentally add.

Giggling as she scoots closer, Flitter playfully nudges my shoulder. "And remember that shirt I got you for your twelfth birthday?”

The color in my cheeks intensifies. "The flower shirt," I say in a near monotone. I can almost hear the dun dun duunnnn sound effect as I say the name. I remember that thing all too well. It was an oversized tie dye shirt that clashed violently with every other article of clothing I had.

Flitter rolls onto her back, brushing her hair out of her face. "You were so embarrassed, and I felt so awful... And you still wore it every time I came over so I'd know you still appreciated it. You were such a little gentlecolt."

Hm. I guess I wasn’t hopeless before my transformation.

“You haven’t lost your charm at all.”

“Really?” I ask her.

“I wouldn’t have said it unless I meant it,” she says. I expect her to blush or shy away again after saying that, but she keeps looking at me with wide, glimmering eyes.

Something colorful in the corner of my vision catches my attention. I turn my head to see the very thing Flitter and I came here for. I tap her on the shoulder and point ahead. “Get ready for a show.”

Flitter fumbles with her shoulder bag as she tries to find her camera. By the time she pulls it out, the butterflies have started to pass by. It’s a discombobulating mixture of every single color I could ever imagine, and probably a few that I can’t imagine. It’s a little surreal, too. The butterflies are so densely packed that they block out the sun as they fly past it, wreathing me and Flitter in flashes of light and shadow. Yet, not a single sound accompanies this.

I had only come down here because Flitter asked me to. I was expecting it to be diverting, at best, but now I am really glad I took her up on this. Although, I can’t help but feel a little bad. Thanks to my aura vision, these colors are more vibrant than anything a regular pony could ever see.

“It’s enchanting, isn’t it?” she asks me quietly.

“If only there were enough words in a dictionary…” I say. I’m utterly gawking at this.

"Careful," she whispers in my ear with a giggle as she closes my mouth. "Don't want them thinking your mouth's a landing strip, do we?"

“Oh, well, duh.”

I sit back and continue to watch the shifting spectrum of winged beauty fluttering across the pond. That is quite possibly the most beautiful sight of all. The refracted light of the butterflies’ wings reflects off of the water, essentially turning it into liquid rainbow.

As Flitter watches this, she leans her head against my shoulder. I can’t tell whether or not she’s doing this to be bold or she’s simply entranced. She’s a romantic, but she’s also meek, so it could be either of those things. What I do notice is that her aura is almost blindingly bright. I have to turn off my incubus eyes just to look at her. When the light clears, I see that Flitter is looking up at me. Her eyes sparkle through the dancing colors of the migration. It’s hard for me to decide what I should look at.

As much as I had been enjoying the migration, Flitter had informed me that it only lasts around a half hour. Not wanting the magic to end so quickly, I got an idea. I quickly packed up the picnic blanket and food, and took Flitter’s hand by surprise. Now we’re jogging alongside the butterflies.

“I can’t believe I never thought to do this before!” she shouts excitedly.

We’re easily outrunning every butterfly in the flock. If we get to the leaders and find another place to relax, we could easily spend the whole day just watching these spectral beauties block out the sun and bathe the land in a gorgeous mishmash of colors. That’s a sight that won’t get old anytime soon.

“You’re really enthusiastic about this, Rumble!” Flitter shouts again. “I didn’t think you’d enjoy this so much!”

She’s speaking my mind. “Are you kidding?” I reply. “Screw all the Wonderbolt stuff, this is the highlight of my summer! Woo! Nature!” I cheer, performing a fluttering leap.

I look to the long trail of butterflies again, still captivated by their natural beauty. I notice that the head of the flock is just a short distance away. This gives me another idea, though it could be a really stupid one. Still, nothing ventured, nothing gained. Let’s have some fun.

The moment Flitter and I outrun the flock, I pull on her arm and drag her with me until we’re standing in front. The butterflies are coming right towards us.

“Oh boy!” is the only thing Flitter can say before we’re overcome by the gentle wingbeats of hundreds of the colorful insects. It doesn’t feel odd in the slightest. It’s no more uncomfortable than a gentle breeze. So, that’s one of my concerns gone out the window.

It’s like standing in the middle of an enchanted speckle painting. The moving colors are even more varied and wonderfully chaotic in the eye of the storm, and any errant sounds of nature like trees in the wind or chirping birds have been deafened out, so it’s almost deathly quiet. This maelstrom of colors is a silent eyegasm, to put it simply. The only other thing I can see besides butterflies is Flitter, who stands with her arms out, embracing the maelstrom.

The magic of the moment is broken when I realize I can’t quite feel the ground beneath my feet. I look down and see that a dense collection of butterflies has surrounded my legs, and I’m being lifted up. What has me concerned is that I can’t open my mouth to tell Flitter what’s going on. I squeeze her hand, hard.

When I look over at her, I see that she’s having the same problem. The butterflies don’t seem too amused at our shenanigans. We both rise into the air against our will, moving away from the storm. We’re taken back out to the grassy field, carried by an almost weightless force. Forget what I said earlier. This is surreal.

I flap my free arm, forcing some of the butterflies away. “Okay, okay, I get it! I’m sorry! Won’t happen again! Let us go!”

That was a very poor choice of words.

The butterflies separate, letting me and Flitter fall to the ground. Unfortunately, we end up falling onto a slope. I end up with a repeated faceful of grass and dirt as I tumble down the hillside. I can hear Flitter shrieking and laughing simultaneously as I presume the same is happening to her.

This little detour ends with a SPLAT. With a strained groan, I get off of my stomach and wipe the mud off of my face. My pith helmet and the picnic basket have landed on the dirt road just next to me. I pick up the latter, only to find most of the food has been soiled with mud as well.

Flitter is standing up, brushing blades of grass and mud stains off of her sundress and her hair. “Well, that was an adventure.” She doesn’t say that sarcastically. She seriously looks like she’s having the time of her life. Her joyous laughter cheers me up instantly as she skips my way and offers me her hand.

“You’re not mad?” I ask.

“Why would I be mad?” she says as she helps me up. “That was great! We got to fly with the butterflies! I didn’t think it’d be as fun as Fluttershy said, but was I ever proven wrong.” She giggles like a teenager, then sighs. “It’s never dull moment with you.” She steps a bit closer and pulls me into another hug.

Something feels different about this one. It’s not the kind of ‘It’s good to see you’ hug that Flitter and I used to share when she was my foalsitter. It’s probably because she doesn’t have to kneel down to wrap her arms around me this time. Maybe it’s because I can feel her excited, warm breath ruffling my hair…

Oh, right. My hair. It’s all caked with mud. Same with hers.

“Yeah, we both did something new today,” I say. “Unfortunately, that knowledge comes at a cost.” I wipe a little more mud off of my face and shirt.

“So, what are we going to do about... this?” Flitter asks, pointing back and forth between me and her.

I immediately freeze in place, looking up at Flitter and tilting my head. “What?”

“What are we going to do about all this filth?” Flitter clarifies, causing a weight to be lifted off my shoulders. Hold on, why would there be a weight? I’ve got nothing to be nervous about. Unless... I shake myself back to attention and pay attention to Flitter, who is trying to stretch out her wings.

“Oh, that’s gonna be a problem,” I comment, noticing several of her feathers are out of place or stuck together by the mud. They’re able to move, but they’re not in ideal shape for extended flight. Flitter will barely be able to get off the ground.

She taps her chin and ponders our options. “We’re a while away from Ponyville. I don’t think we’ll be able to walk it if we want to be back before dark...”

“Okay, I’ve got this,” I say, taking the reins. I spread my wings, which are, thankfully, in better working condition. “I’ll gather up some clouds and put together a makeshift shower. We can clean ourselves up and get back home quickly.”

“It’s no trouble, you can just go. Migration’s over, I mean…” Flitter clutches her arm and shrinks away again. I bring her back with a gentle touch of her cheek, which is perfectly clean.

“I’m not going back without you,” I assure her.

Without hesitation, Flitter pulls on my arm and brings me in for another hug. She obviously doesn’t care about how dirty we both are, she just wants to hold me. Plus, I’m able to get a better handle on what’s different this time. I turn my aura vision back on and have a look.

I know somepony’s aura is strong when it beats in time with their heart, and Flitter’s is pulsating something fierce. It’s normally kinda subtle, but I’ve never had the opportunity to look at an aura up close until now. I only figured out how to use it recently, see, and I’d never use it to manipulate somepony into doing something against their will, not that I could even if I tried.

The heart wants what the heart wants. That’s what Vinyl Scratch taught me. But how do I know Flitter wants me out of her own free will, and I’m not accidentally using my newfound powers? What if I’m involuntarily taking advantage of some buried attraction she wouldn’t normally act on?

I break the hug and back away, trying my best to look casual and keep up that bold demeanor I had earlier. Flitter, bless her, can see right through it. “Are you okay, Rumble?” she asks.

Secrets are stupid. “Just have a lot on my mind. Let’s talk about it later, when our minds and bodies are clean, okay? I’ll go get those clouds.” I turn around and sprint into a jump, taking off into the afternoon sky.

I can hear Flitter down below. “Clean minds? Uh, sure.”

Even on a gorgeous summer day like this one, I can see clouds hiding around in the sky. It doesn’t take long to find some that could form a decent shower; this isn’t the first time I’ve been stranded out in the middle of nowhere in need of moisture. I’m able to find and grab four big nimbostrati and tuck them under my arms, then hop on a fifth and surf it back to Flitter, who is preening dirt out of her wings.

As I surf towards her, I can see that her aura is still pulsating. Now, if I were manipulating her, it wouldn’t still be doing that. It probably would have started to recede in my absence. I suppose there issomething else going on here. I mean, I would hope...

“Aw, who’s such a considerate sweetheart?” Flitter asks in that playful tone she’s used to cheer me up since I was young.

“Lots of people, but I’m guessing you’re referring to me,” I boast, making a dramatic leap off of my surfing cloud. Now that I’ve clarified the issue with the aura, I feel calm and happy as ever. I hold out my arms and let Flitter hug me again. It’s brief, but I’m able to enjoy it properly without any concerns on my mind. I love that little stroke she does along my back. It’s comfort incarnate.

Flitter has cleaned out her wings enough to get a little bit of height. We fly to opposite ends of the clouds and bunch them together, then stretch them out to form a hollow box. It takes a few minutes, and the sun going down definitely presses us for time, but we get it done quick enough.

“Hey, Flitter?” I ask her as we smooth out the corners. “I’ve been wondering why you asked me out here, of all ponies. I mean, you could have talked to my brother. He would have gone with you without a second thought.”

Flitter shrugs. She slowly ducks her head behind her side of the cloud, but I see her blush before she does. “Well, Thunderlane’s not into this sort of thing. He’d only come along to be polite.”

“That so? What about Caramel? He may be a jock, but he loves all animals.”

I can hear her soft groans as she mulls over what to say. “Mmm… Well, to be honest, uh…”

I swing around to the other side of the cloud and tap Flitter on the shoulder. “If I’m making you uncomfortable, you don’t have to answer.”

“No, it’s fine, it’s…” She’s about to shrink again.

“Deep breath,” I advise her. “Don’t say anything until you’re ready.”

“Okay…” She does as I suggested, then shows me a smile.

We both slip inside the cloud. I punch around the place to make it a bit more roomy, as well as test the surfaces. The ground and walls are stable, so we don’t have to worry about falling through.

Flitter claps her hands together and approaches the wall. “Alright, so, we just make some faucets and—”

“Uh, babe?” I raise a finger. “Shouldn’t we set up a modesty wall?”

Even if her attraction to me is obvious, I’d rather not deliberately steer her into a situation that would require her to do something as bold as get naked in front of me. I may be an ascended being that thrives in all things loving and sexual, but I’m a decent colt, dammit.

I grab a portion of the wall and drag it out until it forms a decently sized wall between me and Flitter. I’ll still be able to see her hooves, but that’ll be it. I do notice, before I complete the wall, that Flitter is looking at me with a glimmer in her eye once again.

What happens next is her call.

I remove my button-up and tank top, exposing my fairly muscular chest to the moist air. There was a period of time after my transformation where I practically lived at the gym, which was worth it in the end. It certainly impressed the Wonderbolts when I auditioned for their spotting program.

Next, I unbutton my jeans and pull them down (My cutie mark is an eagle eye, by the way), then take my socks and sneakers off.

I can see Flitter’s silhouette in the modesty wall. For a moment, my more perverted side takes over. She’s just removed her sundress, allowing me to see the shape of her buoyant breasts. While a large chest is considered taboo in pegasus culture, I don’t see anything wrong with it. I think Flitter should be proud to have such a gift.

It’s only now that I realize how much her breasts bounce as she walks, meaning she hasn’t been wearing a bra. What’s up with that? …Oh my. She’s been planning ahead. I continue to watch as she bends down and removes her sandals, followed by her panties. I can’t help but notice she leaves her bow on. Classic her.

“So, the nozzle?” she asks me.

“Actually, you don’t need one. You just do this.” I tap the cloud’s ceiling twice. After a few seconds, a healthy amount of warm rain cascades down on me. Already I feel the mud and grass start to wash away. It’s absolutely liberating.

I watch as Flitter starts her shower. When the water starts to fall, she sighs and leans back, letting the water wash over her. The little noises of relief she makes as she casts her chest out are just dead sexy. I wonder what her fur looks like when it’s wet…

“Just what the nurse ordered, right?” I ask as I scrub my arms. “I feel better alre—”

“Rumble…” she interrupts. She’s not all that loud, but I immediately ditch my train of thought when I hear how urgent her tone is.

“What’s up?”

“I asked you to come with me because I think I’m falling for you. This… This was a date.” She goes silent right then and there, for at least half a minute. “Yeah…” she mutters.

I freeze in place. I’m not surprised about what she said, considering her aura. I’m just surprised that she mustered up the courage to actually, here of all places. “Yeah?” I ask.

Flitter continues. “Last week, when you were helping me and Cloudchaser with our laps, I… Remember when I spun out and tumbled into the grass, and you helped me up? The sun was in my eyes, and when you stood above me, holding out your hand, I realized I wasn’t looking at that boy I used to foalsit. I was looking at somepony amazing.” I can see she’s counting on her fingers. “Helpful, generous, nice beyond reason…” She laughs. “And Cloudchaser said she found you pretty hot.”

I don’t really have a response to that. “Go on…” I say. I want to know everything about why her aura is pulsating like the bass at a Vinyl Scratch concert.

“With the migration coming along, I just had to invite you… I really couldn’t see myself here with anypony else.” The wall between us pushes out a little as she places a hand against it. "Even when you were just a little colt, you were always so kind and sweet. And now that you've gotten older, it... it really shows." She pulls her hand back, part of the wall going with it so I can see her face. The love in her eyes and smile is brilliant, though thankfully not blinding. "You've grown into a wonderful gentlecolt, Rumble. A true stallion, and..." She looks down, face flushing. "Well, I think I’ve made my point," she says with a slight stutter.

I jolt at that. "I..." My throat feels dry as a lump forms in my stomach. I step to the wall, looking her in the eye. "How about I take you to dinner tomorrow night?"

She looks at me, wincing, before her body relaxes. "You don't always have to be the gentlecolt, you know," she whispers. "Believe it or not, sometimes... sometimes, I don't want to be treated like a damsel."

With a swipe of her hand, the wall falls away. Her body glistens as she hesitantly steps forward. Breasts shaking with every step, she reaches out and touches my chest. She smiles at the touch, looking pleasantly surprised by how thick my pecs are.

"I-it's okay, Rumble. If it's with you, then it's okay."

As I step forward, I numbly wonder if she's saying that to reassure herself or me. Either way, it works. Her body isn’t nearly as restrained as her voice is, coming in close without hesitation.

Even though I'm the one that closes the distance, she's the one who kisses first. It's sweet and chaste, refreshingly different than any of the kisses I’ve shared with Vinyl or Silver Spoon.

“Ah— One more thing.” I break the kiss, but I make sure to not force Flitter away. I hold her cheek and smile at her as our foreheads meet. “It doesn’t weird you out at all that I’m, like, five years younger than you?”

“Well…” Her arms cross around my shoulders. “All I see is a stallion.” She steals another kiss from me before I can react. “Please?”

My other hand reaches for hers and gives it a squeeze. What little distance there is between us is reduced to almost nothing as her body falls against mine. I let myself fall, taking her with me as we hit the cloud. I only let go of her for a second. She spreads her arms out as I turn over, positioning myself over her slender figure.

“Hey, no matter what happens…” I interrupt myself by giving Flitter a loving kiss on the muzzle. “Love ya.”

Something connects between us. For a second, I figure it’s my aura merging with hers, but since I can feel her shudder against me, I realize has to something else. And it feels wonderful.

“I… I know...” Flitter gasps, burying her muzzle against my neck. “I love you too.”

Most of it is a haze. I can feel every push, thrust, grip, bite, grope and seize, but it all washes over me at once. Most of what I see is Flitter’s gorgeous body, accompanied with her ecstatic expressions as she calls out for me, all mixed in with her rapidly fluctuating aura. Until now, I’ve never seen what happens to a pony’s aura when the pony in question is pushed to such a limit.

Much less when that limit is reached... I want to say three times?

Also, when the hell did we relocate to the top of the cloud? Well, it makes for some awesome sunset ambience, I’ll admit that, and there’s definitely no concerns about getting cold between me and this lovely mare.

Flitter’s smooth, flowing mane is swept behind her, spread out along the surface of the cloud. Her breasts rise and fall as I push into her, making her body move and her insides quiver. I can see just hints of sweat forming on her chest and forehead.

Her eyes blink rapidly as her legs twitch. Her back bends as her breath escalates to a desperate moan. She convulses, her hands digging into the cloud beneath her. “Oooh! Hold on, hold on, Rumble! Oooh, I can’t…” She somehow manages to get control of herself and hold somewhat still, but she continues to shake a little bit. “Oh, Celestia, that was…”

“Mind blowing?” I ask.

I keep her steady as I slide away from her, removing myself from her nethers and letting a mixture of white and translucent fluids drip onto the cloud’s surface.

Flitter keeps letting out bouts of weak laughter between exhales. Her breasts give a slight bounce with every breath. She wraps her arms around herself as her lips curl into a smile, her eyes twinkling as she looks towards the sunset. “It felt so good. You have no idea…” She turns her whole body towards me as I lie down next to her. “How are you so good at this?”

I offer a simple shrug as my answer. “I’m a natural, I guess.”

I’m lying through my teeth, of course. I know that before I became what I am now, I was clumsy, at best. The only reason I was able to impress Vinyl Scratch was because she’s a ‘panophile,’ as she likes to call herself. But she didn’t give me her gift without a good reason, that much I know.

The aura has helped me understand what Flitter likes after just a few orgasms. Like I said, I have a keen eyesight for this sort of thing. Flitter craves contact. It isn’t enough for me to give it to her good; she wants to feel her lover’s hands and arms and legs all over her, and in turn she’ll make her lover feel all of her. Even now, despite having broken contact between my length and her sweet nethers, she still insists on holding my hand as she spoils me with her loving kisses.

I dunno why I’m remembering this, but she did kiss me a lot when she was my foalsitter. When she said hello, when she said good night, when she said goodbye… I always looked forward to it.

I slip my tongue into her mouth, just to mix things up a little. She backs away, eyes wide in surprise, though smiling all the while. She comes back for more, allowing me to explore her mouth with my tongue. She moans whenever our lips part.

“Rumble,” she whispers to me, “could you do something for me? I want to try something else.”

I rub my hand along her upper arm. “I’m always up for a new venture.”

“Could you… Mmm…” She’s folding her arms. Once again, she’s having trouble speaking her mind. I coax her little request out of her with a gentle brush of her cheek. “From… From behind?” she asks, tensing up hard.

I get her to relax with an embrace, which brings her arms away from herself and back around me. It’s a little odd. I’m shorter than her, but I’m the dominant one… I didn’t expect anything less, given Flitter’s meek personality. Even so, there are quirks to make note of here.

“Like this?” I ask, lifting myself up and bringing one leg over Flitter. As I position myself over her, getting a good look at her smooth back and tight bum, she nods and scoots her legs in, lifting her rear into the air. She meets my hands, which dig into her soft skin and give her ass a gentle squeeze.

“Mmm… Touch me…” she gasps.

As if I didn’t intend on doing that. I run my hands down her long legs and squeeze those too, eliciting just the tiniest moan. Wow, she’s almost as bad as Vinyl. I get a little curious and decide to take a trip upwards, leaning over and laying my chest over her back. We make for a pretty decent fit. My hands explore her torso. I trace circles around her stomach as I gently run a palm over her fine breasts.

I’m at her entrance, ready to take her for a fourth run, but something doesn’t feel quite right to me. It’s not the aura again. We’re perfectly in sync, so there’s nothing to worry about there… No, I may be touching her, but I’m not close to her.

I join my hands beneath Flitter’s bosom and lift her up. She lets out a cute little “Oh!” as her sweat-dabbled back falls against my chest. This the most vertical she’s been since we started. Thank goodness I’m shorter than her, otherwise I wouldn’t be able to thrust enough of myself into her. I start moving, and the raw expression of lust and love continues.

We’ve already established out rhythm. Whenever I thrust up into Flitter, she lowers her pelvis, causing her nethers to swallow my cock, only for her to rise again as I remove myself. Rinse and repeat. It’s quite satisfying.

She doesn’t like to be bitten, that much I know. She’s a gentle flower. Nothing rough. Nothing painful. Instead, she gets pleasure from the gentle embrace of her lover. And, of course, a little grope never hurt anyone. Flitter is a quiet moaner, so I’m able to tell when I’m doing things right. Not that her moans are really necessary, seeing as her aura shimmers every time I do something that pleases her. It definitely takes a lot of the guesswork out of the picture.

“R...Rumble…” Flitter calls out as I run my hands along her curves. She has such a shapely body, unorthodox for a pegasus, but to a lover, she is just irresistible. Having to pace my thrusts gives me plenty of time to explore her, from her squeezable thighs, to her flat belly, to her breasts… Hot damn, her breasts. Her aura sparkles when I touch them, even more so when I squeeze them. “Mmm… keep doing that…”

As she wishes. I steal a kiss from her pillowy lips, then grip her breasts even tighter, in sync with a particularly powerful thrust. Ooh, she really likes that. Her body seizes up in my grasp.

“Okay… Okay…” she keeps murmuring under her breath. I’ve heard weirder. I guess she’s trying to regulate her heartbeat, or something. Or maybe she’s trying keep herself from cumming too soon. Such a considerate mare. She always has been the giving type.

I look down. Her aura is especially thick around her pelvis. I know what that means. Not matter how much she tries to calm herself and avoid cumming, she can’t hold it in much longer. Odds are, she’s gonna cum before I do.

I’m okay with that. This day is all about her anyway.

“I’m going to lay you down now, okay?” I whisper to her.

“Yes, please…” she murmurs.

I lean forward, taking her with me as we fall to the cloud. It’s a gentle landing, and my penis remains interlocked with her insides, making for a seamless transition. I plant my hands into the cloud, securing a grip, and push forward a few times. Flitter starts moaning again.

I’m not entirely sure why, but I decide to trail my tongue up the length of her neck. It makes her voice shudder and her aura pulse, so I know she likes it.

This is good. Just her and me, with nopony to hear us shout for each other as we join our bodies together. These last six months have been good to me, and I’ve had quite a few encounters, but I’ll definitely remember this one above all the others. Mostly because I can easily say this is the first time I’ve ever had sex on a cloud.

She’s so wet. Her insides have coated me down to the base, and the insides of her legs are a mess all their own. I’m not surprised, but it’s definitely a sight to see, especially since this is a part of Flitter that I’ve never seen before.

I’m going faster, and her laborious breaths have turned into panting. She cranes her neck and looks to the sky, her mouth open and her tongue out. “Rumble… R-Rumble!” she cries out.

She doesn’t need to tell me she’s cumming. The way her aura sparks and flies off of her like a fire tells me more than enough. Her arms tense up, her fingers clench to her palms, her legs quiver, and her insides squeeze my cock. It’s not enough to make me cum, but that’s fine. Again, this is for her, not for me.

Her body flattens against the cloud. She tilts her head to look at me. She’s absolutely beaming, her eyes gazing at me with love and satisfaction.

The moment I pull out of her, I’m caught by surprise as she sits up and pushes on my chest. I fall onto my back, momentarily confused, but then I figure it out as she leans over my cock. “You could have just asked,” she says to me, brushing her mane away from her face.

“I didn’t know what to say.”

“Well, that’s not like you at all,” she says before downing my cock with her saliva-drenched mouth. I lean back, steady myself, smile, and let the fireworks happen.

Flitter is surprisingly good at this. She knows I’m already midway to an orgasm, so she foregoes any playing around and just starts off quick, working her mouth along my cock, assigning her hands to rub my pelvis. I love being touched there. Gets the blood flowing to my loins.

Flitter pops off of me a few times, only to lick the shaft. Even my medial ring doesn’t seem to hold her back. I’m so lubed up by her juices that there’s next to no friction. It’s one of the smoothest blowjobs I’ve ever experienced.

I expect Flitter to pull off, but as I reach my limit, she seems content to keep blowing me. Her hands are still firmly placed on my body. The best thing I can do at this moment is take her hands in mine, letting her warmth into my body and making the orgasm all the more pleasurable. I take my climax like a champ, only letting out a small, satisfied moan as I let loose.

My cum is released all at once instead of in waves, like I’m used to. Flitter moans as I fill her mouth, causing some of it to dribble along my length. The rest of it, however, stays within her mouth. She pulls back from me and makes a small display out of swallowing.

“Didn’t think that was your style,” I say.

“Good to know I can still surprise you,” she says, scooting up to me and kissing my muzzle. “You certainly surprised me. But you still haven’t answered my question, silly. Tell me honestly, how did you get so good?”

“I’m a love demon,” I say without sarcasm.

“Heh. Classic you.” Flitter kisses me again, this time on the lips, and she doesn’t stop. I clutch her back, she wraps her arms around my shoulders, and we fall to the cloud together.

Ever since I became an incubus, I treated those close to me as forbidden fruit. And then Flitter has to come along and muck that all up, in the most wonderful way. She’s that mare I never realized was right in front of me this whole time, a special kind of fruit just ripe for the picking.

My concerns about my abilities as an incubus have been torn to shreds. I don’t know why I was worried to begin with. Flitter gave herself to me, willingly, without any mingling on my part.

...Right?