The Aura of Two

As a pegasus, I’ve conditioned myself to conserve my thought process whenever I’m not moving. My thoughts are best saved for when I’m in the air, plotting my course and dealing with several factors at once; air traffic, the positioning of my wings, the direction of the wind, how much energy I can expend during my trip, and so on. It’s not a simple matter of flying all willy-nilly. It’s a sweet science, and I resolve to treat it as such.

My conditioning does have a downfall, however, and it starts to become a nuisance as I run to one of Manehatten’s many bus stops. When I’m in a complicated situation, and I start to move, I begin to think too quickly for my own good. Add on a layer of stress, and a whipped topping of anticipation, and you have a boy who is silently panicking about what’s to come as soon as he gets home from his Manehatten vacation with Cloudchaser.

It’s the anticipation that’s the worst part. Flitter and I have meticulously gone over our ‘trial run’ plans time and time again, to the point where I might have had to forget a few basic flight formulas to cram them all in my noggin. I know that my natural incubus senses will lead me down the right path, but my mind is still mine, and I’ve always been a worrier. No magical transformation can change that. At least, as far as I know.

The worst part is not knowing if this magical transformation will have any ill effects on Flitter and Cloudchaser...

“Scuse me,” I say to a young, suit-clad businessmare sitting on at the bus stop. “Can you tell me if this is the C-line?”

She points upwards. “Did you check the sign that says ‘This is the C-line’?” she asks in a stilted tone.

I look up, and I’ll be damned, it actually says that. Of course, I already knew running over here that this is the C-line, but I have my reasons for asking this mare. I needed to get a closer look at her aura. It’s an icy white, a color I don’t see all that often. Usually I only see it around quiet and reserved ponies, and there are very few of those to be found in Ponyville, aside from Big Mac.

I take a seat next to this businessmare, adding a quick “Thank you.”

She nods in response. “Are you waiting for someone? I don’t know many pegasi who need to take the bus,” she asks.

“I was just curious.”

Understandably, she hums in confusion.

I face slightly away from her, pretending to take interest in a nearby street performer and his posse. He’s a rotund for a pegasus, but judging by his breakdancing abilities, he doesn’t seem to care. With a flourish of his crimson sports jacket and an adjustment of his beanie, he successfully pulls off a backspin, seguing into a windmill. This guy is already challenging my perceptions of body types.

I join his bystanding friends in a round of applause. My ear twitches when I hear somepony else clapping right behind me. It’s the businessmare. The moment I turn towards her, she immediately stops clapping and returns to an upright sitting position.

Even without the aura, I can see the signs. In fact, I wouldn’t acknowledge the aura at all if it weren’t for its behavior, the likes of which I haven’t seen until now. As the breakdancer busts an ill move to a bass-pounding hip hop song on his boombox, his green aura flies off of him in droves. Green is a good color; I see it most often on charismatic and outgoing ponies. As the bits of aura fly through the air, some of them begin to fade away. Others disappear on impact with passersby, or the posse. What surprises me is what happens when his aura strikes the aura of the businessmare’s. It merges with hers, floating around her like a satellite, staying there long after the others go away.

The feeling seems to be mutual, albeit unsaid; the breakdancer’s aura, upon closer inspection, has some orbiting pieces of the businessmare’s aura. In fact, I can see that his aura is being suppressed, like something is holding him back. I guess he and I have something in common; we both have a lot on our minds today.

For a second, I consider taking a strand of the breakdancer’s aura and connecting it to the businessmare’s, but I decide against it. This is not something for which an incubus is needed. Anypony can do the trick.

My sharp eyes take notice of the nametag on the front of the mare’s suit. She must be on a lunch break from work, or something. I see that her name is Open Forum, and that she works at Redheart Medical. Must be a receptionist; if she were a doctor, her aura would be a lot more contorted.

I reach into my coat pocket and grab my wallet. I take out a bill and a pen, and quickly jot down the businessmare’s name and place of business, along with some bold words saying GO GET HER. Then, I stand up, stroll over to the breakdancer, and drop the bill into the suitcase next to his dancing mat. I give him a thumbs up as he picks up the bill and looks at my writing. I then wave to his posse, turn around, and take off.

Just before I vault the print store on the other side of the street, I turn around. My heart pauses for a second as the bus comes by and the mare gets onboard. Then, thankfully, the breakdancer sprints to the bus and hops on after her.

Having gotten what I stepped outside for, I return to the hotel. I give a polite nod to the bellboy as I step inside and have luxury poured into my eyeballs. I picked up an extra shift at the bakery so I could spring for someplace fancy, and I think that a place with a decorative indoor waterfall is fancy enough. The floors are reflective enough to serve as mirrors, and the ceiling is so tall, I wonder why they couldn’t separate this building into thirteen floors instead of twelve. Perhaps they’re superstitious.

I tap the button for the seventh floor (lucky me) and hop in the lift. Now that I’m able to stand still and slow my thoughts, I can be a little more objective instead of letting myself drown in my own nerves. Here’s what’s happening at this very moment: I’m in Manehatten, one of the greatest cities in Equestria (though I prefer Seahorsattle), with a beautiful mare waiting for me upstairs.

I check the contents of my bag. Four donuts. Two maple bars, one with rainbow frosting, and another with fruit cereal sprinkles. The bakery three blocks down was selling these at half price, and I just had to treat Cloudchaser. She’s been working her tight butt off getting into shape, and I think she deserves to cheat, at least for a little while.

Besides, sugar is important. You don’t need to be an incubus to use a little bit of nature’s adrenaline. With a ding, the door to the elevator opens up and I make my way into the hall and arrive at the room after a short walk. The sound of a TV left on too loud greets me as I push open the door. Cloudchaser is lying belly-down on the bed, kicking her legs and watching intently in a gray tanktop, spats, and a lonely sock.

“Heeey, buddy!” she chimes with a lazy wave.

“Wow,” I say, stumped at not seeing her bedridden like I was expecting. “You were out cold when I left. How do you recover from hangovers so quickly?”

She points her finger at me. “Hard work and determination, buddy-boy. Y’know in the fourth Khala Kane movie, when she poisons both cups and makes that duke drink one, and he thinks, ‘Hey, I picked the one without poison!’ and it turns out he didn’t, and it was hilarious?”

“Uh, yeah.” I sit down on the bed and take my loafers off.

“And it turned out Khala had a poison immunity she’d be building up? That’s like me and hangovers.”

“Inconceivable,” I mutter. I smile and pat Cloudchaser on the head.

“Ow,” she grunts. “Okay, not entirely immune. But come on, you drank almost as much as I did and you don’t seem much worse for wear. Confess!” she commands with another point.

The truth is that I have a substance immunity of my own, thanks to being an incubus. It keeps me from making poor decisions whenever I get my drink on, not that I have the opportunity all that often. I’m glad I have it, since I’ve got a lot of new responsibilities now, and it would be a shame if I ended up using them to hurt anyone in a drunken rage.

Or worse, accidentally exploit somepony I care about…

“Uh, hello?” Cloudchaser grabs her hairbrush out of her bag and slams it against the bed like a gavel. “Honorable Judge Cloudchaser demands you confess how you’re not as blitzed as I am right now.”

I loosen my socks and kick them off. “Judges can’t force confessions. And let’s just assume I burned through that alcohol in my sleep. I’m young. My metabolism is through the roof. It happens.”

As my socks hit the floor, I notice they’re in good company—It seems as if half the contents of Cloudchaser’s suitcase are strewn about as well.

“Yeah, yeah. Just means I have to try harder next time,” Cloudchaser says, standing up and wobbling a bit. “Whew! You know what sounds good right now? Cleaning up a bit.”

I cock my eyebrow and look up at her, only to realize that the floor couldn’t be further from her point as she saunters off towards the bathroom. “Sure,” I say, leaning down to gather some of the clothing on the ground. “Take your time. I’ll take care of the room while you’re at it.”

She looks over her shoulder and gives me a deadpan stare. “Oh, no. Don’t think you’re getting off that easy.”

“Come again?” I ask with a sly smirk.

She shrugs. “Again? I haven’t even once.”

“Har-diddily-har.” I stand up from the bed and start undoing the buttons on my shirt. I chuckle as I realize what’s about to happen, releasing my tension from my shoulders. I lower my eyelids at the sight of Cloudchaser, who leans against the frame of the bathroom door. Her arms are folded and her expression is wide and expectant. But I have to disappoint her. “Okay, I’ll join you, but we’re not having sex.”

“Bruh.” Cloudchaser hangs her head.

I point at her accusingly. “Don’t ‘bruh’ me, bruh. You have a hangover, and I’m not letting our first time be a hazy romp.” With a swish of my arms, my shirt is across the room, falling draped over the solitary chair in the room.

“Oooh, look at him,” Cloudchaser whines, bowing mockingly. “Rumble is such a gentlecolt among gentlecolts. Couldn’t you tell by the way he porked my sister for three straight hours?”

I open my mouth to retort, (and claim that it was four hours) but Cloudchaser decides to put an early end to my words.

“Oh calm down, I was just poking fun. I’m sure you’ll more than make it up to me later.” She winks and thumbs the inside of her spats’ waistband. “Now… you first! I was already generous enough to show you earlier.”

I roll my eyes, but can’t help myself from a grin. “Fine, fine. If that’s the way you want to play, I don’t mind making a big show of it.” I tilt my chin down but keep my eyes on hers, unbuttoning my shorts and sliding them off my frame, leg by leg, until only my black boxers remain. I’m about to take them off as well, but then I get an idea.

“Well? Go oooon.” Cloudchaser is resting her chin in her hand, leaning closer to me.

“Hold on.” I hold my arms out. I clear my throat and speak dramatically, “At the end of our hope, at the end of our time, when all semblance of a chance in hell seems lost to ponykind, from the depths of the blackest void, one stallion—”

“Flitter already told me how big you are. Take ‘em off.”

With a sigh and a grumble, I oblige, slipping out of my boxers unceremoniously. Despite her words, Cloudchaser’s eyes and aura flare noticeably as they hit the ground. Trying to play it cool, she pulls her eyes away and spins her body around the bathroom door, leaving only an arm around the frame to guide me in.

As I turn the corner to enter the bathroom myself I’m greeted with the enticing sight of Cloudchaser bent over the bathtub, turning the knobs to get the water just the right temperature. I can see her glance my way in the rapidly fogging mirror, her eyes meeting mine for just a moment, but she never turns her head.

The tub itself looks halfway between an otherworldly spring and an alchemical station. It’s lit softly from by a number of lights embedded in the frosted glass floor below. Behind the bath is a tiled ledge where a couple tiny bottles of shampoo and candles lay alongside what looks like an oversized ladle that holds a bar of soap. I cock my eyebrow at one of the bottles, which is labeled Bubble Babes: a babe’s favorite bubble bath. That could certainly come in handy.

“You gonna take a bath in that garb?” I ask as Cloudchaser gradually stands upright again, finished fiddling with the bath.

She grins, putting her hands on her hips. “Only if you let me.” She presents her finger again, only this time waving it towards herself. “Come and get it, stud.”

I step towards her. My hooves find a comfortable position on either side of hers as my chin settles against her neck. I vocalize a pleasant coo, which her ear flicks at the sound of, and bring my hands to her hips, bringing them up underneath her tank. There’s a little less torso on her compared to Flitter, but her flat belly and thick muscle tone is nothing to scoff at. She worked for it, and I’m reaping the reward.

Cloudchaser giggles at my touch. “You plan on pawing at me all day, or do you wanna see me naked?”

Come to think of it, I can’t recall a time when she hasn’t been impatient. Taking the hint, I slip my hands further up her chest until her toned figure gives way to two soft masses. Well, masses is kind of a blanket term here, but hers are nothing to sneeze at. Squeeze at, however...

Cloudchaser breathes heavily at my touch. “Ooh. How do you like ‘em?”

“The best things come in small packages,” I recite.

Cloudchaser turns her head and clasps her hands over mine beneath her tank. “You callin’ me small, boyo?”

“You’re big where it matters, babe.” I squeeze her left breast. “Beneath this thing is your big heart. And down here…” I slide that same naughty hand down to her waist. Her spats are loose enough to pull away from her hips with an easy tug. I let them slide to her thighs as I run my palm over the prominent beauty that is her ass. Good golly gosh, Celestia’s sake, I love my Cloudchaser’s gorgeous ass.

“Keep touching me, babe. Enjoy me for a bit,” she says as she bends over and pulls her spats down the rest of the way. My intense squeeze is only interrupted by her lifting her leg to kick her sock away. “Now, off with this…” She crosses her arms over her tank. I join her hands and help her lift it up to her neck and over her hair. “Ah, freedom…”

I lean around her to take a look at her frontal splendor, but alas, she’s quick to cover her chest. “Nah-ah. No points for half-credit,” she snips. She turns around, keeping her arms in lock in front of her breasts. There is beauty in knowing she’s only two limbs worth of a gesture from exposing herself to me. “Finish what you started.”

I step forward and wrap my arms around her waist, slipping my thumb into the waistband of her light blue panties, but hesitate from moving anymore. Instead, I slip my face into the crook of her neck and send some warm breaths down her back, letting her shiver a bit before I continue. Slowly, I move my hands down, giving her shapely backside a final squeeze. Flipping my palms around, I roll down her panties from the brim while leaning back and appreciating my work.

I whistle as I appraise her tantalizing slit, a perfect gradient between the lavender of her fur and the pinkness beyond. I expect her to blush or look away, but instead she just gives me a sly smile. Following my movements she takes in a soft hiss of breath and ever-so-slowly pulls her hands away, finally leaving herself fully exposed.

She tilts her hand and leans on her leg, flaunting her sizeable hips for my hands to enjoy. “Sure you can keep your promise? You know I wouldn’t blame you if… certain details changed your mind.” She practically purrs the words and steps forward, giving me a once-over with her eyes.

I raise my hand next to my head as I pledge an oath. “I’ll cuddle you, squeeze you, touch you anywhere, but I don’t want to have sex with you.” I raise an eyebrow. “Yet.”

“Well, something is clearly wrong with you. Or maybe you’re trying to be a little more noble than the average pervert.” Cloudchaser drags the tips of her fingers up along my neck, ending at my chin. “Don’t let me seethe in jealousy over my dear sister for too long, okay?”

I have my reasons.

I take Cloudchaser’s hand as she spreads her legs and steps into the running water of the tub. She takes her seat, keeping her knees elevated. She leans back and dips her mane into the water. It instantly loses all of its spiked, feathered weightlessness and falls across her face, covering one of her eyes. She winks at me with the visible one as she kicks back towards the edge of the tub and gestures towards herself. “Well, come on already.”

I step in after her. Even the water emanates luxury, sparkling at the touch with nary an imperfection on its crystalline surface. Out of curiosity, I turn on my aura vision, allowing myself to see the water in an ethereal glow that captivates every corner of my vision.

But my awe turns into concern the instant my hands touch the water. My mixed aura becomes like tendrils, forming with the water, twisting about until it reaches Cloudchaser and wraps around her leg. I reach out to her, catching myself from yelling something. Just as the aura reaches her chest, I blink quickly so my vision returns to normal.

“You go schizo for a second?” Cloudchaser asks, leaning forward with a puckered lower lip.

“No… Nope.” I shake my head quickly. “Are you feeling okay?” I ask.

“Well, I’m here in a hotel that has fancy plastered all over its walls, I’m naked from head to toe, I’m bathing in water that I’m pretty sure has healing properties, since my hangover subsided about ten seconds ago, and I’m staring at you, sweetcheeks.” She counts the number of things she just said off on her fingers. She raises all four and directs them at me. “Care to give me a fifth reason to be the happiest mare in the world right now?”

“I could order some chardanae and put on Braytoven’s Fifth,” I suggest.

Cloudchaser sighs, clearly having enough of my prudishness. “Hilarious. Get over here.”

With a push forward, I float over to her, finding myself leaning over her as she rests against the slope of the tub behind her. With a smile, I let my head fall, the nose of my muzzle meeting her own. I wrap my hands gingerly around her hips and run them up and down, softly caressing her with my fingers. Her aura seems to retract beneath me and she gives me a smirk. I move my hands up, teasing the sides of her breasts once before wrapping my arms fully around her.

I pull my body close to hers, pressing us together, and alight in the feeling. I can’t stop myself from smiling. Pushing my muzzle into the nape of her neck, I leave a string of kisses down the side, teasing the bottom of her chin with some flicks from my ear. She shivers, but her aura flicks hungrily beneath me, and I move my hands down to her ass to oblige. This kind of tension is exactly what I wanted to build; I capitalize with a squeeze to her cheeks and a tiny nip on her neck. The smallest of moans escapes her lips, and her aura flares like an ember in the wind.

The flare concentrates into a red sigil around her neck, just above her collar. The sigil has a rough shape that looks a little bit like lips. I’ve never seen this happen before, but I’m easily able to figure out what this means. I wet my lips, bare my teeth, and gently chomp on Cloudchaser’s neck, right where the sigil tells me to. The sigil bursts instant I ground my teeth into her fur, and light envelopes all of Cloudchaser’s body, brightening in sync with her ecstatic moan. “Oooh! How’d you know…?” she asks in a lusty whisper, her hand stroking my mane.

“A magician never reveals his secrets,” I say, licking where I bit her.

“You ain’t a magician,” she says with a snort.

“Not true; I can do the card tri— Oh!” I find myself interrupted when Cloudchaser pushes against my chest. I spread my wings before I hit the water, so I don’t end up submerging my head. Now I’m lazily drifting along, treated to a view of the fluorescent lights on the ceiling, until Cloudchaser’s head replaces the view.

“Flitter may have been your babysitter,” she says enticingly as her hands cup my ears, “but I’ll be your momma.”

Before I can reply, she presses herself against me and pushes her muzzle hungrily to my own. Moving my hands up and around her neck, I oblige her, and flick her lips with my tongue. With a click, she pulls back, giving me a sly smile. “Momma doesn’t play around, Rumble. If you won’t give me your all, I’ll just have to show you how it’s done.”

Again she pushes down on me, pushing her tongue deep into my mouth. Now it’s my turn to moan; I simply grope along her back and try to keep up with her as she sloppily kisses me. The aura isn’t telling me what to do this time, so I take it as a safe sign to surrender to her approach.

Cloudchaser has a dangerous glint in her eyes, at least the one that isn’t covered by wet hair. She runs her fingers through my mane and clasps herself to me, squeezing her breasts between us. Each kiss she gives me is adorned with a satisfied hum. Finally, she pulls back, but keeps her face close to mine. Our breath runs hot and heavy, and I suddenly notice just how quickly my heart is beating.

She gives me a peculiar smile, one that I’ve never seen from her before. “Sorry,” she says, taking a deep breath, “Sometimes I just—”

I’m relieved to know she isn’t planning on suffocating me, but I don’t want to see her break out of her dominant demeanor so quickly. “Keep goin’, Momma,” I say with an intense glare.

“Oh, baby…” She kisses me lightly, and again a bit hot and heavier. Then, she strokes my shoulder, kneading into my wettened fur before following along the length of my arm. She stops at my wrist and gently wraps her hand around it. I surrender control of my arm as she lifts it to her face.

She looks at my hand as though it’s some sort of toy she got out a dentist’s toy chest. She spreads all of my fingers apart, examines them for a few seconds, then puts my pointer and pinky fingers down, and folds in my thumb. Then, she presses her lips to my middle and ring fingers, and licks them once before putting them into her mouth, downing them as if they’re a small erect cock.

As strange as it sounds, it’s making me throb, feeling her saliva coat my fingers, her tongue mingling with the very tips, down to the base and the edges of my knuckles. I especially love it when her tongue slips between my fingers and laps up her own saliva, only to replace it with more.

“Oh, what’s this?” Cloudchaser grins deviously as her eyes trail down my body. “Looks like my baby wants something.” She compliments her words with another long, slow lick up my fingers, then looks directly into my eyes and whispers, “All you have to do is ask…”

I gulp and try to gather my wits as she returns to licking my fingers, making a show of moaning about it as she does. This can’t be my aura, can it? No, it’s stayed more or less in its place since I first entered the tub…

“Hey, Cloud—”

She stops licking me for a moment. “Momma.”

“M-Momma.” It sounds just as strange as it is enticing. “Do you do this to stallions often?”

She nods, tracing her tongue across her lips.“Oh yeah. But your reaction is the best on record.” She leans back and looks down along my body, smiling as she takes in the sight of my cock. She takes my wrist again. “Here’s an idea…”

“Not having sex,” I blurt out.

“I know, baby, I know…” Cloudchaser’s naughty expression hasn’t changed, so now I know she’s found a loophole, and I know I’ll have to play along. She brings my wrist down to my pelvis, opens my hand, and brings it around the base of my cock.

“And what would Momma have me do?” I ask, honestly a little confused. Not even Silver Spoon or Vinyl Scratch, in their most perverted, ecstatic moments, have ever done anything like this. Not that this is beyond their pervertedness, I mean. The thought just never occurred to them, it seems.

“Momma wants you to masturbate.” She lets go of my hand and touches the tip of my cock, making me shudder. She then presses her fingers into her wet fur and drags them up her body, starting at her thighs, pausing to grope as much of her breasts as she is able, and ending at her tongue, which she uses to lap at her middle finger. “Mmm, even a little of you tastes good.”

I find her logic surprisingly agreeable. I nod and get up into sitting position, keeping my hand gripped firmly around my dick. “I guess masturbating to y… to Momma doesn’t really count as having sex.”

“The devil’s in the details, baby…” She’s on her knees now, her hands on her gyrating hips. She creates ripples as she rotates her lower body like a belly dancer. “Won’t you make Momma feel beautiful by touching yourself, stroking that meaty prize of yours until you explode?”

It sounds and feels a little strange, but sure enough, her aura is responding, pulsating as if I were teasing her in any other way. Slowly, I begin to move my hand up to the tip of my cock, leaning back against the wall behind me. Cloudchaser smiles, turns around, and bends over, reaching for the body wash on the ledge beside the tub.

With a flick of her thumb, the cap pops off and she begins to lather her hands in the stuff. “You like seeing your momma get all soaped up?” she hums, turning to face me again.

I stroke myself faster, letting out a small groan as she spreads the body wash all over her stomach, moving up between her breasts, though not attending to them in earnest just yet. “Mm, aah,” she hums, pushing both her hands over her breasts once, a smooth sheen of body wash and bubbles remaining behind. “I love it when you look at me like that, baby.”

My breath is starting to come shorter and hotter. In spite of what I expected, this is actually the best of both worlds. No pressure on me or her, but I can tell that all this waiting is going to make the actual thing miles better than it would be otherwise. I can tell that she feels the same way; her aura is pulsing in time with her heartbeat, betraying her cool exterior. I wonder if she’ll really be able to wait much longer. Though, if Cloudchaser is anything like her sister, she definitely won’t mind if it suddenly takes a turn for the better, despite my earlier insistence.

I just hope nothing goes wrong if we do end up making love…

Cloudchaser turns her backside to me, bending down to lean on the lip of the tub, and wiggles her backside ever-so-slowly. For her efforts she earns a groan, and I can’t help but work myself faster and harder for her.

“So…” she purrs, running a soapy hand over her ass, “Tell me, is all the working out paying off? It’s rare to hear an opinion from someone I’m sure isn’t trying to get into my pants.”

“Oh Goddesses,” I moan, feeling my hips push forward a bit on their own. Normally I last plenty of time, but I feel the pleasure inside of me rising like a bubble and I can’t bring myself to slow down. “You know it is, Momma.”

Cloudchaser smiles evilly and licks her lips, her eyes straight on my member. Her hand moves from atop her ass lower and lower, to the tantalizing slit below. “Oh, how you must be holding back… You know, nothing’s stopping you from leaning forward and spreading me wide open. Just. Like. This.” As the words leave her mouth, she parts her legs, revealing the glistening pinkness of her interior folds.

I moan and lean forward, working myself hard to the sight of her pink sweetness. “Oh, does baby like that?” she asks. “Hmm? Well, alright. You’ve been a good plaything, so I guess it’s okay to take the show to the next level.”

Cloudchaser plunges a finger inside of her and lets out a restrained, needy gasp. Periodically, her thumb flicks her clit and her long, muscled legs tense up in bliss. I feel the pleasure inside heighten again, as I notice each twitch, moan, movement and drip of her self-ministrations. The water of the bath has made my dick slick and, using my thumb on my own sensitive head, I feel myself pushing closer and closer to climax. My breathing is coming hotter and faster as I feel myself dip into all the wells of pleasure that Cloudchaser’s incessant teasing and flirting have built up within me.

“N-Nnh… Is baby close?” Cloudchaser purrs through a moan, wiggling her hips again. “I can’t wait until I feel your load shoot all over my ass… Come on, now, it can’t be long...”

Cloudchaser doubles down her own efforts, paying all of her love to her own clit, and her body tenses and releases as she staggers for breath.

“Oooh, shit… Cloudchaser,” I moan, rocking my hips forward. “I’m… I’m close, I…” I shut my mouth and feel the familiar sensation of looming orgasm crawl inch by inch up my spine, until the wave of ecstasy that comes from knowing that I can’t stop my own release hits me. I gasp and moan, lean forward, and let my mane fall into my face as I finally cum.

A thick spurt of my cum erupts from my pulsating cock and splats across both rounds of Cloudchaser’s ass. It’s quickly followed by another long rope, falling onto her lower ass and dripping down onto the wrist of the hand she’s working herself with. Load after load of my love showers down on her, making a beautiful mess of her backside.

“Mmmf!” I hear Cloudchaser’s orgasm hit, and marvel as her long, fantastic legs simultaneously stiffen, dripping with my cum. “Oh, Goddess, baby! Baby…” she croons, wracked with wave after wave of pleasure.

She gyrates her waist as she plunges her middle digits into herself, letting my cum drain around them, then removes them. She raises them to her lips with a hungry gaze in her eyes. I can tell she’s about to taste both herself and me at the same time.

In a moment of blind, lust-driven instinct, I push past my barrier of post-orgasm haze and dive forward, sliding past Cloudchaser. I reach out and grab her wrist, pulling her hand towards me. I immediately stick out my tongue and lick the whitened fluids from her fingers. It tastes like old salt. Why do I love it so much?

Cloudchaser, aghast at my audacity, smiles down at me as I swallow. “You audacious fool.” She dips her hand in the water and washes my remaining spunk away. She then nods to her rear. “Could you freshen Momma up?”

“Absolutely,” I say with gusto. I sit up and reach over the edge of the tub to grab a washcloth from the towel rack. I soak it in the water of the tub, then reach one arm around Cloudchaser’s figure for a solid grip. I then flatten the cloth against her curvaceous rump, press down hard, and go to down wiping my mess away. “You know I would have licked it off of you, Momma,” I say with a glance back at Cloudchaser’s blushing face.

“Mmm, I have more restraint than you think, baby.”

Cloudchaser closes her eyes, her ears drooping as she snuggles her head against my neck. “Woah, what’s up?” I ask.

“I’m cold,” she whines. “Keep me warm.”

I’m guessing she’s acclimatized to the water, or maybe she became so heated that coming down from her orgasm has made the water seem colder in comparison to the moment of heat. Either way, I do as she asks and wrap my arms around her. I pull her back against me, bringing us both into a sitting position as I kiss her forehead, then her lips.

I take another look at her aura. Not a single bit of mine is on her. Good to know my plan worked. Maybe if I focus hard enough, I won’t end up doing any nasty incubus stuff to her when we do inevitably have sex.

Actual sex.

A plain ol’ suit is something I find to be played out these days. Any middle-incomer can get a suit. That said, I am intrigued by the effect this garb has on my admittedly still-young body. I’ve forgone a suit coat for a simple black vest and red button-up shirt, which gives me an intense, almost demonic presence. Although I would juxtapose that with suaveness. Yes, demonically suave, that’s it.

I pull my belt over a set of black slacks that match the vest in tone, hue, and material down to the last fiber. If I could see the aura of clothes, there wouldn’t be even the slightest imperfection on mine. The belt buckle, when shown in the right light, has an eye insignia on it, matching my cutie mark to a T. That was not cheap to order.

With one final look in the mirror, I lean my head around the corner, trying to sneak a peek into the cracked-open bathroom door where Cloudchaser is getting ready. She has been very adamant about disallowing any outsiders from witnessing her. Not that I really blame her; surely it isn’t often that the tall and mighty Cloudchaser dresses up in anything except the clothes she finds on the bedroom floor. She deserves a big reveal.

I’m not able to see the full dress, but I do see Cloudchaser has fixed her ratty hair into a surprisingly stable bun. She’s sticking a pin into it; I wonder how many of those she used? Her bangs are still heavy over her eyes, but her sparkling eyeliner brings them out a bit more.

I lean in for a closer look, only for a tube of lipstick to hit me in the forehead. “Perverts begone,” Cloudchaser states in an annoyed tone. “Honestly, what did you fall on when you were young?”

I smirk as I rub my forehead. Hope there won’t be a welt. “My doctor says I have ADH… something. How’s it going in there?”

“Nearly done, baby boy.” I hear her set the bag of pins down on the counter. “Is my date ready for the prom?”

I lean against the door lining and fold my arms. “Aw, Momma, you’re so kind to be my plus one. And by the way, I was ready before you finished with your eyelashes.”

“I’ll bat one off in your eye.” She’s standing up. Moment of truth incoming. “Okay, here comes the loveliest pony in Manehattan.”

“But I’m still here!” I snark as I turn towards the bathroom door.

As the gates to Paradiso opens before me, a light mist of steam and foundation billows forth befitting the form of the goddess that rides its wake. Cloudchaser, or perhaps an angel taking the fleeting form of Cloudchaser, bashfully smiles from underneath her straightened bangs, parted meticulously to perfectly frame her face. Only her ears poke out above them.

Her shoulders are unfettered by any sort of strap, though a small white coat covers them, as well as what is easily the shiniest black gown I’ve ever laid eyes on. It goes on for miles, or at least down to her slippers. Ooh, and part of the dress is cut to reveal a singular muscular leg. That’s tempting.

Cloudchaser frets with her bangs before looking over me and saying “Oh my goodness, Rumble! Your outfit!”

“What’s up?” I ask, suddenly becoming alarmed. I check my vest, ensuring I didn’t spill anything on it between now and when I put it on five minutes ago. “What is it?”

“Somepony spilled gorgeous all over it,” Cloudchaser says, wearing her signature smirk. “So, what do you think of this demigoddess that stands before you?” she asks. She sweeps her hand through her mane and strikes a pose, one hand on her hip and the other gracing her shoulder.

“Demigoddess is a bit modest, don’t you think?” I suggest.

“Flatterer.” Cloudchaser leans down and adjusts her dress. Even the slightest movement makes the fabric shimmer against every source of light. “Anypony would look good in this dress.”

“Especially me,” I say. “But when you get an amazing dress on an amazing mare…”

Cloudchaser makes a solitary flap of her wings as she plays with her bangs. “You get a mare who’s trying not to blush?”

I step up to her and touch her cheek. It’s growing warmer by the second, and I’m at least 95% sure all of that redness isn’t coming from one of the red neon signs outside the hotel window. “Too late,” I whisper, quickly pressing my lips to Cloudchaser’s cheek.

Before my lips can leave her face, she slides her head over and brushes her lips against mine. There’s a moment of silent hesitation. I could say ‘Wait until we get back,’ or maybe ‘We’re gonna be late for the show,’ but my hesitation is my downfall, literally, as Cloudchaser drags me onto the bed. I fall on top of her, my muzzle colliding with hers. I grunt and clasp it in my hand, chuckling to myself as Cloudchaser giggles, running a hand through my hair.

I can’t stop. I position myself over her as if clothes aren’t a factor. My hands clasp her breasts, which are held only by the glimmering fabric of her dress. She clenches her teeth as I rub my fingers over her perky morsels, only to find that I can feel her nipples. She’s not wearing a bra. I feel my heart jump and the pressure in my slacks build. Somepony’s gonna have to help me out of these.

Cloudchaser is feeling it too. Just a moment ago, when we were talking, her aura was still, like a body of water on a still summer’s day. Now it’s rippling, moving in waves that increase with every second I touch her. Such a far cry from before. Her quickening heartbeat and rising arousal compel her to drag her fingers against my scalp, squeeze my shoulder like it’s caught between pistons, and reach underneath my undershirt to stroke my back.

The shirt is starting to come off. I even the odds by reaching for the slit of Cloudchaser’s dress. I slide my hand beneath it. The tightness of her dress leaves my hand wedged between fabric and fur, with her heating pelvis being the only thing I can reach. Wait, she’s not wearing any panties either…

I stop kissing her, much to her disapproval as heard through her groan. “Uh…”

“Sup?” she asks.

“No underwear, huh?” I roll onto my back and make eye contact with Cloudchaser. “This was supposed to happen later, wasn’t it?”

“Yeah, probably.” She nods a few times. “I mean, we have a show to get to, and I don’t do quickies.”

“This show…” My head sinks lower into the bed’s comforter. “Wrath of the Dragon. You’ve wanted to see it for a real long time, haven’t you?”

Cloudchaser smiles like a geek who finally got a rare #1 issue of his favorite obscure superhero series. “For years, bro. I keep having nightmares that they’ll retire it before I get a chance to see it.”

“So why haven’t we left to go see it yet?” I ask grimly.

“I figured we’d leave whenever you’re ready,” she answers, seeming not to notice my sour mood. “I’m following your lead. You invited me out here, after all. You bought the tickets. I figure, you get final say on everything.”

“Final say?” I mutter.

She nods. “Yeah. I’ll do whatever you wanna do.”

It all washes over me like a flash fever. Final say. I’ve had final say on everything that’s happened since we got to Manehattan; what we ordered from room service (we got the chardanae, along with some hot crepes, which I didn’t even know she liked), what movie we watched on cable (Red Drake, and I know for sure that Cloudchaser hates superhero movies), and she was perfectly okay with what we did in the bathtub earlier. I know Cloudchaser, and the fact that we didn’t have actual sex is a miracle when it comes to her. Though it was pretty damn close, I would have expected her to pin me down and get what she wanted.

I remember our aura merging back in the gym, a few days back. Whatever happened there, it might have had some effect on the assertive and dominant Cloudchaser. And now, suddenly, she’s waiting for my call. That never happens.

“There are a lot of things that Cloudchaser does, and it isn’t that,” I remember Flitter saying.

I can’t know for certain, but I’m pretty sure I’m starting to possess Cloudchaser. And no matter how much I want to deny it, I might have done the same to Flitter.

“Well…” I say, sitting up and tucking my shirt back into my slacks. “What do you want to do?”

Cloudchaser looks at me oddly. Only now does she notice how suddenly I shifted gears. She sits up, leaning on her side. Her hip becomes exposed as the slit of her dress widens. “I say I want to go see Wrath of the Dragon.”

“With me?” I feel compelled to ask.

“Yeah. With you.”

I look away from her. “You’re sure?”

“Rumble, is something wrong?” Cloudchaser reaches out for my hand, which lies clenched on the bed. Just before hers comes in contact with mine, her aura begins crawling up her arm, about to merge with mine. I snap my hand away before that happens. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah.” No.