You felt nothing but agonizing pain.

You let out a hiss through your clenched teeth and pushed your head back into the pillow as Flitter lifted your bad leg and placed it on a snow cloud she had brought in from outside. The freezing temperature of the cloud itself did help to numb the ailing limb. You did your best to relax your muscles as the frigid numbing effect began to do its work, eventually allowing you relief from the anguish that your knee joints were feeling.

"Thank you..." You sighed, finally able to close your eyes and share in the brief respite.

"You're welcome." Flitter replied in something of a bashful giggle. She slowly backed away from the side of the guest bed on which you were sprawled out; she seemed like she was looking you over, her face focused with a raised brow and a tilted head. After about ten seconds, she nodded contentedly to herself.

"Wait, what was that?" You asked with a curious smile on your scrunched muzzle.

"...Just making sure you'll be okay before I leave." She said with a sigh, her tone almost sounding sad.

For the time you've known her, you'd always hated when she sounded that way. Acting automatically, you immediately tried to cheer her up. "Hey, don't you worry. I'll be fine." You reassured her as you confidently joined your forelegs behind your head. You also made the critical error of attempting to cross your back-legs, resulting in a grimace involuntarily gluing itself to your muzzle. Much to you misfortune, Flitter knew exactly what had happened and leaned forward with her forelegs reached out to help you, but she lowered them when she realized that there was really not much she could do other than stand by and let you recover from the results of your own stupidity.

"Yeah... I'm sure you will." She said, staring at you with a deprecated frown.

"Oh Come on, it's not like your sister'll be here any minute to make sure I don't find a better way to 'kill myself.'" You said, both your statement and your tone drenched in sarcasm. The running "kill yourself" gag was getting very old; in fact, to you, it had started out old. The whole thing had started when Nurse Redheart had asked you how you had torn your Anterior Cruciate Ligament so badly, and rather than waiting for your explanation, she merely made an offhand suggestion that you find a more effective method of suicide. It was gut-bustingly funny to everyone, everyone except you. Its insufferable ability to make ponies laugh would not end today though, as Flitter instantly began chuckling at the comment you'd just made.

"Just please... please don't do anything crazy until Cloud gets back, okay?" She begged with her signature, irrefutable puppy dog eyes. It was a very cheap move that was known for rendering any of its victims completely pliable to her every whim. Fortunately for you, it had become equally as effective on you as your suicide gag, so you wouldn't have had too much trouble arguing with the adorable mare.

Still, you at least had some tact within you. "Fine..." You muttered, huffing to yourself as you crossed your fetlocks with a grumpy scowl.

Your rather pathetic display of discontented anger did not seem to deter your overly-cute foe. "D'aaww! Don't be like that." She said, drawing closer and nuzzling your neck. It sent a magnificent tingle down your spine anytime she (or Cloudchaser for that matter) would do that, and it never failed to bring a blush to your cheeks. You readily, if conservatively, returned her nuzzle, at least making sure that you weren't the only one with a scarlet tint to your face.

"Alright," You finally said after the short embrace "now you get out of here, or you'll be late for work." Pushing on her Cutie Mark in the direction of the doorway, she at last conceded to your efforts. She and her sister both worked on the local weather team in part-time shifts, Cloudchaser working the morning shift, and Flitter working the afternoon. Neither the afternoon shift leader, Cloudkicker, nor the Mayor looked very kindly on tardiness; so there was at least some urgency to what you'd said. Not all of it was just to get her out of the house all the sooner. She looked back at you one last time and gave you a soft, ginger smile before disappearing around the corner with a hushed "Goodbye."

Your ears were perked up covertly as you waited for the sound that told you that you were indeed home-free; Slam! and that was your cue. You wasted no time in spinning carefully on your flank and placing your good back-leg onto the cold wood floor. You then took your time, rocking your body back and forth several times to gain some momentum before throwing both your front hooves onto the wooden flooring with a loud Thump! You winced, taking in a short flare of pain as your knee joints kindly asked you to be a tad more gentle with them.

You, a (normally) healthy grown stallion, didn't hold so well with the idea of being baby sat; so the time between Flitter going to work and Cloudchaser coming home from it was a blessing to your sanity never to be taken for granted. You were usually able to move wherever you wanted around the house for at least half an hour before Cloudchaser got home, for you had made sure to time it a fair three times before you made your first attempt at wandering around. The first time you did this, you were paranoid beyond belief, your ears cautiously standing, your eyes wide and overly-alert, each hair on your body on-end, but after the first time jitters, you began to relax; and after a few relaxing times, the house basically became your own. You knew every nook and cranny in the place like the flat of you hoof, including a few naughty little secrets that these two lovely sisters kept under lock and key.

Flitter's secrets were all in her diary; her secret was her diary. A veritable treasure trove of little tidbits from why she wore the bow on her head every single time she went out, to the fact that she did indeed have a not-so-small crush on you. The diary's oeuvre went on to rant about how Cloudchaser had utterly ruined her life by inviting you to live under their roof, claiming that her apparently unethical sister had done it out of sheer revenge for the April Foal's day prank she'd successfully pulled on her last year. It made you chuckle out loud just thinking about the whole fiasco. Concerning more about her crush, the loaded little book had gone into excruciating detail about another aspect of Flitter, one that you would rather never have known.

Flitter's "fetish" in the bedroom, was evidently being dominated.

It was suffice to say that the things you had read about in her diary, especially her fantasies concerning you, had disturbed you greatly, considering most of them were all the shamefully virile things she wished so dearly you would do to her. It was enough to make you close the book, turn around, walk silently out of her room, and go back to your bed with a whole fifteen minutes left before Cloudchaser's return. To this very day, you still had yet to regather enough courage to read another word of that accursed book, for her sexual fantasies had even kept you awake at night sometimes.

Of course, Flitter wasn't the only one with dirty secrets. Cloudchaser didn't have many, in fact, you'd only so far found two, (Not including her downright bizarre selection of music. Seriously, that mare had some strange tastes.) but Oh how enormous they were! The first one, was a large, shiny, incriminating black dildo locked safely away in her nightstand. It had taken you quite some time and a fair share of alone-times to find the key to the nightstand, but in your searchings for the key, you discovered her second secret: The entire lower drawer of her dresser was filled to the top with nothing but the most risque lingerie sets you had ever laid eyes on. To make that an even better find, was that the key had been nestled under all of the panties to these sets, hidden from anyone's sight.

Cloudchaser's fetish in the bedroom appeared to be "dressing for the occasion."

Recalling all this, you limped attentively downstairs through the living room, thinking back through all the rude, immature things you had done when the two sisters were not around. It ate away at you with guilt. It made you feel like an absolute creep, but the temptations of living in a house with two very attractive mares unrelated to you were simply too great to resist. That paired with how little you had known them before they took you in, made the proposition of learning about them through their belongings unable to be passed up. Surely any other pony would understand.

You eventually got to the kitchen with minimal pain levels and set about making your own damned food! You had always had a stalwart saying derived purely from experience: "If I or my mother didn't make it, I don't trust it." It had been unadulterated torture to eat the food the twins made for you. Flitter, seeing as how she bore an eccentric crush on you, could have put anything she wanted into your meals at any time she wanted, and Cloudchaser, Celestia love her, just flat-out could not cook. You casually pulled out a frying pan and softly placed it on the stove, shuddering at the mere memory of Cloudchaser's attempt at scrambled eggs. The dish was more akin to breakfast cereal due to the sickening Crunch sound it made when being chewed. Still, you'd bitten that bullet before. You had never not eaten what she'd put in front of you, and it was something that you were quite proud of.

You decided to focus on your own cooking rather than the memory's of the past three weeks with the mares, you didn't want to ruin the one meal of the day you could eat without fear or gagging.

You felt miserable, but of all the pains in the world, none of them felt better than the pain of a full stomach.

In the past twenty minutes, you had both created and consumed more randomly prepared eggs and toast than any one pony should ever eat in a day, let alone in one sitting. You were now flopped torpidly on the living room cloud couch, waiting ever so patiently to gain the strength to get up and get back upstairs to your guest bed. However, the irresistible comfort of that cloud couch was making the task of leaving it quite a difficult feat. You cracked a comatose eye open to give the clock a quick peek, only to find that it would be a good twenty minutes before Cloudchaser walked through the door that was no more than a few feet from the end of the couch. More happy than you should have been with how much time you had left, you tucked your hooves behind your head and relaxed into the cloud couch.

A few more minutes of lazying about couldn't hurt, right?

Wrong

Not two minutes after you'd decided to plant your lazy bones on the couch was the door forcefully kicked open by a Cloudchaser that looked like she'd just come back from the seventh layer of Tartarus, nearly startling you out of your skin. Her normal, "organized chaos" type mane was now just "chaos," her askew lavender fur was matted to her body by what you hoped was water, and she was breathing as hard as a race horse after the Grand Prix. Her face was not one of anger; it was actually more of tired relief... That was, until her eyes locked onto you, then it was just surprise.

Not wanting the silence to cause you to go deaf, you tried striking up a conversation.

"...Afternoon," You grimaced self-consciously as soon as the words left your mouth, for her face had gone straight from shock, to surfeited annoyance at the sound of your voice.

"What... are you doing... downstairs? How did you even... get down them with--with your leg?" She asked, panting heavily between her words. Her condition had given you some good stalling ammo; so, without a single thought, you tried to pin her as the subject of the conversation.

"Why do you look like you've been in an oven for the past hour?" You asked in an deflective tone. Your plan sort of backfired on you when she kept her cool under what little pressure you could apply to her.

"Gym... My shift got canned, so I just flew over there to burn off a few calories from breakfast time." She said calmly with a stretch, now just starting to catch her breath. In hind sight, you don't really know what you were thinking; she was almost always that laid back under any circumstance. Perhaps it was because you weren't thinking at all at the time. The odor of her sweat was almost overpowering, and it was shocking to you because of how far she was away from you, which was to say a good ten feet. You could almost see the steam coming off her body! While most would find the scent somewhat repulsive, you could have actually liked it had it not been trying to suffocate you with how overbearing it was. You soon found that your mind was beginning to stray places it shouldn't due to the smell of the mare, recalling that collection of clothes she had stored away all too well. You found yourself growing red in the face with the image of Cloudchaser in the debauched clothing while you were breathing in her pungent natural aroma.

"Hello? You okay?" Her sudden words of concern snapped your mind back to your body, but left you with a very unpleasant warmth in your ears and face... and crotch.

"What?" You asked dumbly, genuinely not knowing how else to respond at the time.

"I said 'Now it's your turn to answer my questions: How did you get down here?'" She asked whilst tapping an impatient, slightly overexerted hoof.

"I walked... I am not a paraplegic you know." Your impromptu response had sounded more deadpanned than you thought.

"Well, why did you get out of bed? Redheart told you to rest as much as possible."

"Yeah, as much as possible." You repeated her words with more significance. "I was hungry."

Cloudchaser rolled her eyes with an snigger at your display, she always seemed to have a larger-than-average funny bone in her. "Well, I'm sure Flitter will get a real kick out of 'I was hungry,' won't she?" The mare asked, a cruelly mischievous grin plastered to her face.

"You wouldn't!" You half-yelled, now staring at her with an indignant glower. Would she really do such a thing to you?

"Hmm... I seem to remember you bruising my left wing during a game a couple months ago, and I can't seem to remember if my April Foal's day prank worked on you or not..."

She would, that was abundantly clear to you now. The prank that she'd tried to pull was putting an earth worm in your sandwich, the same sandwich you had compassionately gave to Thunderlane who had forgotten his lunch that day. Thunderlane had yet to say he forgave you or Cloudchaser for that little misunderstanding, and rightly so. The poor git chomped right into it on the first bite.

Your panicking mind began to race, trying to come up with some way to stop her from telling Flitter, and possibly damning you to spend twenty-four hours a day under the close watch of a mare with an obsessive crush on you for Celestia knows how much longer. It was then that it hit you: You had plenty of ways to make sure Cloud kept her muzzle shut.

"Alright then... Tell her." You spoke with an air of confidence, a cocky smile now plastering your face. So unexpected was this display, that it caused Cloud to give you a questioning look, and you just couldn't resist telling her then and there. "I guess the weather team wouldn't mind finding out about a certain pony's lingerie sets they keep in the bottom drawer of their dresser." You said closing your eyes, kicking back as you nestled into the fluffy cloud couch.

You kept your eyes shut for just for a bit, wondering why the mare hadn't started begging or questioning you on how you had gotten your knowledge yet. She could very well have punched you in the face, but it was a risk you were willing to take just to savor the moment. It was then that you were hit by that same tang of the mare's perspiration, only this time much more potent. So potent in fact, that you almost gave a choked cough. Not able to wait any longer to see how she'd taken it, you opened your eyes, only for your field of vision to be totally filled by nothing but a pair of large, angry-looking purple eyes. You almost jumped, but you knew you'd just knock heads with the mare now in your face. Greeted by this, you decided to approach it calmly and intelligently.

"Hi..."

"How... do you know... about my stuff?!" She yelled directly into your ears. You gave them a quick, irritated rub before responding. Cloudchaser had always struck you as the type of pony never to give a flying feather what anyone else thought of her or anything about her, but you could understand how much of a touchy subject that might be to her.

"Does that matter? All that matters is if your willing to tell Flitter or not." You replied softly, gently pushing Cloudchaser's forehead away from yours with a hoof. You were able to get her away enough to get into a sitting position. Though, sitting was rather painful to you and your leg, you still kept a collected face. "You say nothing, I say nothing."

"Fine!" She growled, muttering lividly to herself as she walked into the kitchen, head held low like a predatory feline. "You better not have touched my other stuff." She seethed in a deadly warning, not knowing just how much you had already seen.

Against your better judgement, you decided to play around with the sensitive information you had. After all, she did try to make you eat an earth worm for what you'd already told her was an accident. "Oh, I'm afraid it's a bit late for that, Cloudy." You said with an air of prideful accomplishment. The mare you'd just addressed marched right back into the living room, wearing an expression that held almost nothing but rage. The other emotion you saw, incredibly, was a hint of fear.

"What, is that supposed to mean?" She asked cautiously, sitting herself down on the floor a few feet in front of you. Cloudchaser's pheromones returned with her presence in full force, inadvertently causing your mind to wander off again. You made the mistake of allowing the less-than-savory thoughts to grow in the back of your mind while your fore-frontal focus remained on the conversation.

"In the time that you two trade shifts on the weather team to come home to watch me like a prisoner, I was able to... learn about you." You said with an evil smirk, the fear in Cloudchaser's eyes becoming more and more noticeable to you as you continued. "I know that you're no filly-fooler, that's for sure."

"How did you find my... thing!? I had the drawer locked!" She questioned loudly, her wings flaring violently. The act of untucking her wings had unleashed the heat that had built up there, making her musk all the more powerful, and you could swear it made it sweeter as well. It may have been your mind playing heartless tricks on you at this point. She was obviously embarrassed, but all your inner brain was doing was picturing Cloud in all of those vulgar ensembles she had. It was making it exceedingly difficult to focus on anything else.

"I found the clothes and the key in one go." You answered absently as you rubbed at your snout, sounding very distracted. The testosterone level in your bloodstream was going crazy! you were even finding it hard to keep your sheath closed at this point. "So, in actual fact, the tables have turned. I've got double the dirt you had on me; so just give me one good reason why I shouldn't spill the beans around Ponyville."

You could not believe you had just said that. Your mind had overthrown everything else within you, including your moral center. Not only this, but it also seemed like it had a plan, a plan that, given the cost, you had no desire to go along with.

"What?! I--I've done nothing but help you for the past three weeks, and now you're blackmailing me!?" She asked in a tone that truly sounded hurt. "I know you said 'prisoner' earlier, but we've been doing our best to let you have your privacy, something you apparently haven't done for us!" The Pegasus mare fumed.

What she said was absolutely right in every way imaginable. You'd had enough of whatever had possessed you to say such a thing to an innocent pony you'd come to call a friend, yet your perverted mind still fought to keep what ground it had conquered. Once again against your better judgement, you ended up grudgingly allowing it to remain semi-dominant in your thoughts, causing you to say something that you only half-supported. "W... Well... I'm not blackmailing you; I was just wondering what you'd be willing to do to keep my mouth shut."

"Anything!" She shouted fitfully as soon as you'd finished. "Sweet Celestia! I'd never be allowed near Rumble ever again! I could even get fired for something like that!" The mare ranted as she rang her hooves together nervously in her lap, no doubt picturing the horror behind her words.

Both Cloudchaser and Flitter had always viewed babysitting Thunderlane's younger brother, Rumble, as a sacred privilege; that foal meant more to her than all the bits in the Royal Sisters' treasury. You knew that her last statement was a bit of an over-exaggeration, but you feared her concerns about Rumble were probably well-founded. It was then, right before you were about to call the whole thing off, apologizing profusely for what you threatened to do, that your mind showed you the culmination of its plan. It was perverted, but not too perverted. It was mean, but not too mean. In fact, maybe she'd even enjoy it. It at least seemed worth a try, what with how much her scent was driving you insane.

"Any... thing?" You asked her cautiously, eyeing her warily.

"Anything!" She begged. Well... she did say "anything," right?

"How 'bout this: You give me a little... private show with that 'collection' of yours, and we never speak of this to anypony ever again." You were being a Flankhole, an unprecedented flankhole. You felt horrible, cruel, and ruthless, but your perverted mind just couldn't stop twisting and turning on you. Every second you spent inhaling Cloudchaser's intense pheromones bade your crotch to ache for more. Surely she'd forgive you later after you confessed to her why you did this, but for now, your mind (And another organ in your body that was thinking by this point) just had to see her behind in those beautifully sexy outfits.

"Are... are you serious?" She asked, but it didn't seem like she was put out by the proposition, just a bit incredulous. "That's all you want?" So, that's why she sounded like that. She was really going to enjoy this. "Well, why the buck didn't you just say so from the beginning?!"

"I... you know... I Thought you were saving those for a special somepony. I didn't think you'd just put them on for me."

"You really think that having a weather stallion in the house is easy when you've been single for over six months?" She spoke with a tone you recognized; it was a tone of desperation, if as well as agitation. Her confidence however, had returned to her, the same confidences that you'd seen in her the day she offered her and her sister's home to you. Needless to say, it only served to make you more hot and bothered in your lower regions. "Besides, I've actually been wanting to break those bad colts in for awhile now." She added giving you a feisty smirk.

"Well, you've just got to know how easy it is to spend weeks under the same roof as two single, gorgeous mares, right?" You shot back at her, your question oozing with rhetorical sarcasm. "...especially when one of them happens to own a wagon-load of kinky crap that she's not afraid to use?" She got to her hooves and walked over to the couch, finding a spot more on you than next to you.

"Awww, why you poor thing." Here's something you didn't expect so quickly. She'd cooed those words in a soft tone that was positively dripping in sexuality. She planted a small kiss on your ear, making you shiver and shudder before she got up and started heading towards upstairs. "But could I grab a quick shower before our little 'private show?' I kinda stink."

"Absolutely..." You paused, but she didn't know it was a pause. She was smiling happily until you finished. "...not." The look on her face would have had you in stitches at any other time, but right now, you were being dead serious.

"Really? You want me to smell like this during it?"

"I like it." The words were out of your mouth and into her ears before you could even think about stopping them, yet by the new look now adorning her face, you'd happened to touch the right nerve.

"Oh, really?" She asked, keeping up the sensual inflection in her feisty voice. "So your one of those stallions that likes his mare down and dirty, huh?" Her voice was becoming as much of a drug as her scent, and it was boosting your hormones to an insatiable level. "Well, it's nice to know you'd do me anytime." She spoke as she sauntered back towards you. You had always thought her hips natural sway was intoxicating, but when she was adding to it, she made it impossible to take your eyes off of her stunning rear-end.

"Don't you need to go change?" You asked through an impressed simper, trying to be as playful as you could with her. She didn't stop until she was right in front of you, inebriating you with her very being. She placed her forehooves on either side of you, trapping you right in front of her (as if you'd want to move away.) She then craned her head down to where her mouth was right next to your ear before whispering.

"I'm gonna make this a private show you'll never forget." She spoke needingly as she reached behind you with a nonchalant hoof. Her voice so close to your ear made you shiver for a second time, prolonging the unbelievably teasing sensation especially when she gave it a slow, lecherous lick along its edge, exhaling her hot breath into it. When she pulled away from you, she was holding a small, dark blue blanket in her hoof, which she then started to tie around your eyes. No longer in the trance she'd just put you in, you began to realize your surroundings, and how dark they were becoming. "Just lay back and relax." She cooed reassuringly as she all but blindfolded you. Your whole rib-cage had not stopped trembling from when she had given your ear that lick, and it showed no signs of stopping anytime soon. This situation was all so surreal to you; it already felt too good to be true. "You can take it off when I say, okay?" You nodded weakly, finding your throat had become as dry as sand.

Just like that, her hooves left your sides, leaving you alone, blind, and comparatively cold with nothing but your ears to give signals of her whereabouts. You decided to follow her orders and try to relax. You did your best to lay back against the cloud couch and assume the position you'd been in before she showed up, but try as you might, you just could not seem to stop the endless, tormenting tingles that bolted up and down your spine. The faint, untelling sounds didn't help either, you heard Cloud come and go out of the living room about three times before all sound ceased.

The tingles of anticipation were nearly killing you now. The silence had made it so you could hear your own bones rattling. You sat there in nothing but quiet for over a full, agonizing two minutes before you heard Cloudchaser's hooves walking slowly down the stairs again. They stopped right in front of you, and you felt as though you just couldn't handle much more teasing suspense. You figured it was okay to take the blindfold off anyway. However, as you reached to undo your blinder, two soft, and slightly sticky hooves quickly stopped you.

"Not yet, come on." Cloud's silken voice almost deafened you due to her mouth being next to your ear again. Again you nodded silently, once again under her trance, and allowed the Pegasus mare to lead you by your hoof. Not having your sight made you uneasy to say the least, but in short, it excited you all the more at the same time. The trek lead out of the living room, up the stairs, and to the left.

Your mind had gone blank; it might as well have been mush by this point, for you couldn't remember what the door to the left opened up into. The only real clue to you, was the sound of a ceiling fan spinning. It eventually rang an old, rusted bell inside your head, but it wasn't enough to tell you the room. Cloud lead you only a few more feet, before gently pushing you onto your haunches. You landed haphazardly on a bed, and suddenly your mind wasn't so blank anymore.

You were in Cloudchaser's room, now behind a closed door.

"Okay..." You heard her whisper as she nuzzled you. "When I say, you can take the thing off, alright?" You nodded for a third time. Why couldn't you speak? She'd rendered you speechless. It was as if you had no tongue at all. Her hooves slowly trailed down your sides and left you again, and you heard her trot over to the another corner of the room. You then heard the distinct click of a button being pushed, and a whole new sound began to fill the room. Already you could tell it was one from her trippy music selection, and judging by its hook, it was probably one of Sapphire Shores' more warped performances. The music itself was not exactly unwelcome, but it was such a strange tune to your now sensitive ears.

"Okay, open those eyes, baby."

Did she really just say that? You pulled the blindfold off with gusto, only to be greeted by a rotating light show capable of giving a pony with epilepsy a fit. Fortunately, not having epilepsy, your eyes were able to adjust to the blinking and flashing of what ever was making the room do this. Looking around for just a second, you saw that the room was mostly dark apart from the disco ball-like effect coming from the studded lamp on her nightstand, but you were able to make out Cloudchaser's bodacious form in front of you plain as daylight.

The mare had picked out a pair of dark violet, lace stockings and panties to showcase first, and Oh Luna, did she know how to work her breathtaking curves! From arching her ravishing back, accentuating her mesmerizing rear, to flat out bending over till her chin touched the floor, erotically rubbing down her lower body for your viewing pleasure. She looked like a professional stripper. Your nose didn't fail to pick up the narcotic that was her natural perfume as she danced about wildly in her lacy apparel, flaring her ruffle-feathered wings to show off her toned barrel. She was definitely working up a new sweat for you. The more she danced before you, the harder it became to hold your sheath closed.

"How was this even a remotely good idea?" You thought to yourself. "I don't wanna get a hard-on in front of Cloud!" Your panic only made your senses more heightened. The music's unorthodox rhythm escalated, and Cloudchaser began the next teasing phase of her performance: Taking her undergarments off. Her purposely slow pace was agonizing to every aspect of your body. You simply wanted nothing more than to get up and jump on her, but not only did your morals hold their ground against your lewder thoughts, but you probably couldn't if you'd decided to with your bum leg. Cloud removing her socks one-by-one was one thing, but watching her cheekily place her tail over herself as she removed the panties with a devious smile at you was another matter entirely. She really knew how to torture her audience while still keeping them indelibly captivated; you had to give her that. At frequent moments, her tail would bounce and sway along with her impossibly enticing rump to the music's beat, giving you only small, fleeting glimpses of the treasure she so intentionally hid from you. Her cruel smile still on her face, she winked remorselessly at you as she kicked the violet panties to the side, her tail still tucked snugly between her hind legs.

This was a terrible idea; of this you were certain. You were not quite sure why you had ever thought otherwise. You couldn't just start wanking off in front of her, could you? Your member was about to show itself to her anyway, for your sheath was rapidly beginning to lose ground as more and more blood flowed straight into it. It was then that you realized that her most cruel act had only just arrived: She began to put on yet another set of lingerie.

You pinched your eyes closed and rubbed them hopelessly. You couldn't possibly outlast all the sets she owned! You'd sooner jump on her and ravage the poor mare where she lay. The word "poor" was immediately removed from your train of thought with great prejudice however, seeing as how she still bore that tortuous, seductive smile on her face as she pulled a white silken thong up tightly over her flank. She then began ignoring the pace of the music as she sauntered over to you, hips in full glorious sway. She came to a stop only when her muzzle was an inch from your own, her muzzle half-open due how winded she'd made herself. The two of you breathed in each others' hot, moist breath for a few long seconds before she turned one-hundred and eighty degrees around, and lifted her backside right into your lap.

"Go ahead, I know you wanna touch it." She panted her words as she lowered her head. This just couldn't be happening. Cloudchaser had just given you permission to grope her all you wanted. It was almost too much; your mind was reeling so quickly from surreal exhilaration that you didn't even move for the first initial seconds, seconds that Cloudchaser used to deliver a "massage" to you. She made a smooth grinding motion, sending her barely-clad flank nudging up against you aching crotch repeatedly. The indescribable feeling of the silken underwear, the damp matted fur, the warm sticky skin underneath it, and the lusty moan she released was far more than enough to break any hold you'd thus had on both your propriety and your sheath.

The feeling of your phallus grinding up against her silky flank as it shot out of its scabbard was a feeling of pure bliss to you. You bit your lower lip to suppress a groan of you own, and you finally allowed your darker side to have its way with the luscious bum presented to you. Your strong hooves traced over her beautiful cheeks and Cutie Marks, sending shivers down the mare's spine. Cloudchaser's rump was well toned, but still just loose enough to make it soft and plushy to the light touch. It was the perfect rear for a mare who worked out regularly, for it still retained that subtle bounciness that almost all stallions craved from a mare. Your inner Incubus became more preeminent as your confidence was fed and fueled by each insignificant moan and gasp your heated partner released to you. With your confidence at its peak, you did something you'd secretly always wanted to do to a mare in this position.

Your right hoof left her flank, and not a second later did it returned to her Cutie Mark in full force with a resounding Smack! Her moan was just shy of a shout, more out of sheer surprise than stimulation. At first, you thought that you might have hurt her, but when she lifted her head, craning it around to look at you, the carnal lust in her eyes made her words even more arousing.

"Oh dear Luna! D--do that again... please!"

Her politeness was enough for you to reward her for it.

Smack! She yipped at the sudden stinging sensation, lowering her head to the ground and raising her rump higher up your torso for you to play with. You quickly found a rhythm that she enjoyed. You would rub and massage an area on her butt for a few seconds, spank it, then deeply caress it again to relieve the stinging, careful to keep the pleasure in the action. To say Cloud liked this rhythm would have been the understatement of the year. Your harsh yet gentle ministrations had reduced this tomboyish mare into a quivering, moaning, gasping, writhing ball of musky-smelling fur. Her matted coat had formed a whole new wet sheen because of your toyings, and it succeeded in making her smell more heavenly to your hormone-fueled mind.

A powerful ache in your crotch reminded you of your forgotten little friend, and that it did not take kindly to being ignored. Still, you admirably resisted the urge to clop, choosing rather to continue focusing all of your attention on the soft, squeezable Pegasus tush in front of you. You took the liberty of pulling her thong up her lower back so that it was only covering her most private parts, leaving her entire rump exposed to your longing touch. The white silk panties quickly grew a dark spot over her lush mound as you pulled them taught up against it, showing you that your actions were indeed well-loved by the mare of the moment. You then gave both of her cheeks another hard spank, turning them a slight shade of red, and making her howl in confliction between pleasure and pain.

Seeing the little wet spot, and hearing her exquisite voice, you just couldn't resist any longer. You just had savor her with more of your senses. You lowered your head down to her haunches, your muzzle resting against her inner cheeks, deeply inhaling the delicious, musky perfume of both her sweaty rear and her leaking foal-maker. A barely-contained sigh managed to escape Clouds throat as you all but motor-boated her butt. Unable not to, you gladly gave into the urge to give the inner cheek next the white cloth a good, long licking, enjoying the salty taste of the damp skin underneath her fur. Cloud's gasps were as wonderful to your ears as her taste was to your tongue as you suckled on her tender flesh, and it made you take your brash actions a step further than you would have thought at first: Trailing your working mouth over to one of her plum cheeks slowly, you gave it a nice gutsy munch, your teeth only clamping down hard enough for her to know exactly what you did. Cloudchaser let out an adorable, shocked-sounding laugh when the unexpected sensation shot through her, her wings excitedly flapping a couple times. Her panting sounded like that of a dog's in estrus by this point, and you were starting to believe that she was just as turned on as you were.

Her next action, though, showed you that she was perhaps a bit more turned on than you were.

Before you could guess what she was doing, Cloudchaser pulled her behind from your lap, spun around, and jumped on you, pushing your back onto the bed's mattress and locking her muzzle hungrily with your own in the process. Her kiss was fiery, passionate, ravenous. Her lips mashed relentlessly against your own as her tongue pushed against your closed mouth, begging to be let inside to play. After you recovered from your surprise, an unforeseen wave of pain washed over you. In her spurred tackle, she must have bashed your knee in the wrong way, hard. You arched your back and clinched your teeth, giving a muffled cry in a useless attempt to stop the waves of pure agony that were spawning from your injury. As much as you loved the feeling of Cloud's hungering mouth on your muzzle, you needed to breath, and possibly to scream. As gently and passively as you could, you pushed Cloud over onto her side and gave an explanation for your actions as soon as you could speak.

"K--knee... hurt... Gimme a second." You panted as your hoof repeatedly smacked against the bedding in a feeble, useless effort to stave off the onslaught of pain. You hated to ruin the moment, but you couldn't have gone on with her in the pain that you were. You weren't the only one unable to go on while you were in pain, for Cloudchaser was surprisingly quick to ditch her massive sexual drive to care for you.

"Oh buck! I am so sorry!" Cloud said in more of a abraded whisper than an actual yell. "I'm such an idiot! I should have known to be careful with that!" Her ears drooped and her head lowered as she spoke; it was clear that she was already kicking herself in the side over it. Even though your knee was in an unfathomable amount of anguish, your heart hurt even more seeing her blame herself for one simple mistake.

You bit back the pain as hard as it allowed as you rolled on top of the unsuspecting mare, pressing your lips against hers, but a lot more gently so than when she was leading. You also took it upon yourself to "ask" her if her tongue would come out to play with your own, and it only took a moment for her to answer "yes."

You shifted around on top of the warm mare's body until you found yourself completely aligned with her. You tongues fought gallantly with each other for dominance and the rights to enter the mouth of the other pony. Through much effort, you won the fight, and you felt Cloudchaser melt underneath your body. Her plentiful saliva didn't taste much different than yours, but it was the mere fact that it was her's that made it arousing to you. You did your best to use your tongue to shovel as much of it as you could from her mouth into your's before breaking the kiss and swallowing.

"That wasn't your fault." You mumbled as you moved your salivating maw down to her neck. "Besides, a little pain isn't enough to stop me from showing my mare a good time." You spoke softly and confidently as you kissed and sucked at it fervently. The salty flavor of the skin under her fur and how taboo it was to seek out her unclean taste made your rod give out another painfully deprived throb.

"'Your mare,' huh?" She asked with a coquettish giggle, a breathy moan at your actions on her neck following her words. "Well, if I'm your mare, don't you think you've made me wait long enough for my main course?"

Your member twitched in total agreement with her, but somehow your leg was holding you back. "I'm not sure if my knee can handle doing all the work." You said in a disappointed tone, ashamed that you were about to let it end here due to nothing more than a hurt limb. It was then that you felt a hoof lift your face up to hers, leaving you only when you two locked eyes. She peered into your eyes with a loving, almost romantic look in hers before leaning in to give your lips a long, pleasant peck, coming away with a determined smile.

"Who said I didn't like doing the all work?" She spoke through gorging lips, giving you such sultry stare that it would have made you weak at the knees had you still been standing. Without waiting for any kind of answer from you, she carefully finagled the two of you so that she laid atop you without bringing further harm to your affliction. The movement caused a spark to shoot up your leg from your knee joints, but you impressively kept it from any feature on your face.

Screw pain, it could wait its damned turn.

"Wait... You sure we should do this without protection?" You asked, only just now remembering that you could end up being a very unsuspecting father if you did this without any proper "equipment."

"I took the pill while you were blindfolded." Was her only answer as she sat up on your upper thighs. You watched with baited breath as she lifted herself off of you by several inches and positioned herself over your protruding stallionhood. She was as fast as greased lighting when removing the underwear from her reddened backside, and was just about to toss them carelessly aside when she suddenly stopped. She looked down at you with a deviant gleam.

"You know, since you seem to like my smell so much..." She shifted the thong in her hoof. "Why don't I give you a little treat?" You were a split second too late in making the connection between her words and actions. The same second you deduced what she meant, was the same second that her pantie-clad hoof planted itself firmly up against your unwary muzzle. Her essence-covered underwear smelled nearly as appetizing as her matted fur, but it was the crotch that was rubbing on your open mouth against your tongue that really caught your attention. The taste of Cloud's arousal on the silk was definitely not what you'd expected. The flavor was strange, tangy, and yet it contained small hits of salt within it. The first "food-related equivalent" your brain could register was a grapefruit that had been a tad seasoned, and though it seemed an acquired taste, it was becoming more and more pleasant the longer Cloud held her panties' crotch to your face. You were legitimately disappointed when Cloudchaser finally removed the silken delight from your face, tossing it to the far wall of the room.

"Enjoy that, did ya?" Cloudchaser's voice sounded different; it was no longer the calm, collected, laid-back weather mare you had known only minutes ago. In its place, was a mare that was thoroughly consumed by the fire of the moment, fueled by either larger-than-life lust, or spirited love. You were having a trying time telling which was which in the heart-melting bedroom eyes she gave you. She had been watching you snack away on her little "treat" the whole time you had done so, dissipatedly licking her lips at the heated sight. As a response to her previous question, you merely nodded. "Well..." Cloud then supported her upright body with her left hoof on the bed, reaching her right hoof back between her spread hind legs. You saw the hoof flex deeply into her mound, continually fiddling with herself as her eyes lost focus, nearly rolling back. "Who am I to deny you some more?" With those words accompanied by an shaky groan, Cloud pulled her hoof from her drooling folds and pushed it right into your panting mouth. Salted grapefruit: This would surely becoming your new favorite flavor of all time at this rate. The skin of her underhoof was as soft as her name, and it made her taste all the better to you. Your tongue swirled and licked with wild abandon, rigorously cleaning every inch of the dripping appendage as Chaser gave another groan at the arousing sight.

"Ugh, Buck all this foreplay; let's do this." Cloud pulled her hoof from your mouth and placed both hooves squarely at your sides. The enthusiastic mare shifted around only a bit more, making sure she was perfectly lined up with your fleshy, standing pike. "You ready?"

You only nodded, once again losing your voice to the reality of the whole situation, its gravity slamming into you like a sledgehammer. This was it. You were about to make love with Cloudchaser, the mare that had quickly become a very good friend to you. Were you truly about to ruin it all now, all for just a horny whim?

Cloudchaser didn't seem to think the same way you did, if her slamming down on your wood without the slightest hesitance was anything to go by.

Instantly burying you within her to the hilt, Cloudchaser let out a short, unprepared scream as she took your entire member in one go, her wings flared out like bars of iron, and her face scrunched up in an intense cacophony of feelings. You weren't really focused on her face though, more on the feeling that had enveloped your stallionhood. It was wet, like a soaked sponge that was able to squeeze the moister from itself at will. It was warm, like a blazing hearth fire had been channeled at the whole of you pelvis. The third, most prevalent feeling was by far the best: Tightness. Her love tunnel's grip on you felt like it was trying to crush your phallus in a tube of dampened silk. The three feelings put together into one was absolutely amazing, and the smell of her sweat mixing with her arousal that permeated the room formed a fragrance that you never wanted to stop inhaling.

The mare above you continued to sit on your tool, the only movement was that of her genitalia. It gripped and squeezed involuntarily at the intruder within it, attempting to get used to the feeling. You made no complaints about it, the sensation of a thousand different tiny muscles all shifting around was a brilliant feeling to you. However, the feeling was very quickly becoming a large tease. You bucked upward into her without really thinking about it, not only ending up agitating your knee, but you got an uncomfortable-sounding exclamation from Cloudchaser.

"H--Aah! Wait! Hold it, please." She chattered in a rather weak voice. She clearly seemed to be regretting her earlier action of bottoming out right from the start. Cloud's breathing was noticeably labored and her burning face had yet to relax. "It feels... f--it's bigger than it looked..." She stammered out with a pathetic-sounding chuckle as she placed a hoof to her lower stomach, pushing on it lightly in various areas. "Hey, if you p-push... right here, you can f-feel it; go ahead." She said, dragging your hoof over to a specific area on her stomach. All it took was a small prod for you to feel your own hoof just faintly applying pressure to your rod through her. She gave into a body-wracking shudder at both the thought and sensation, but unfortunately for you, you couldn't tell if the shudder was caused by pain or pleasure.

You felt horrible for her, considering how much sure pleasure you were already feeling. You reached up and tenderly massaged her shoulders in a silent apology for your overzealous actions. She closed her eyes, her contented sighing a certain sign that it was working. Nuzzling into one of your working hooves, one of hers began idly rubbing one of your fetlocks as she smiled affectionately down at you. After she felt a little more comfortable, she then leaned down and kissed you.

You were just fine with waiting on her. The two of you made out for an undetermined length of time, and you were just glad to be enjoying the simplicity of the act. Your tongues danced in tandem at first, but after some time, Cloudchaser decided she wanted a rematch of you two's last tongue-scuffle. Being on the bottom, it was difficult to gain ground on her as she dug into you, but your muscle ended up being overall bigger and stronger than hers. You won again, and you took your time exploring her mouth for a second time. She gave out an annoyed groan as you did so, but you could detect pleasure in the sound she made.

The kiss broke after you traced her gum-line, the both of you huffing and panting as you stared into her eyes. Her breath washed over your face as the her stare remained unbroken, but when you smiled a goofy grin, she lost the staring contest with a laugh. "Come on, I wanna to do some exploring too, ya know." She pouted as she drooped her ears.

"You can explore me when you wear me out." You said as you snuggled closer to her, nuzzling her blushing cheek. When next you looked, Cloud's eyes had regained all their previous libido at those challenging words.

"Okay, I gotcha." She raised her body back into a sitting position, causing you to squirm from the stir of still being inside her while she moved. "Let's see who gives out first." She lifted her soaked crotch off of yours; your member had almost left the confines of her outer folds before she came slamming back down. She moaned fervidly while you grunted at the rugged feelings the action caused, but she was just getting started.

Cloudchaser was relentless, bounce after bounce, grind after grind, and slam after violent slam. Each time she went back up, only your most upper part remained inside of her as you felt the base of your member twitching insistently, begging to be welcomed back into her snug vice. No movement of hers was ever subtle in the least. Each time she took you back in-full, by the Goddesses you knew it. She was a master at being the lead in the bedroom; there was no doubt about that. However, there was one thing that the mare forgot to take into account: Wear-and-tear on your injury. Just as the pleasure you experienced increased, so too did the dull ache you felt in that region, and as she sped up, the less dull that ache became. Cloud kept on riding you, ignorant of the turmoil your nerve endings were in, trying desperately to get you to reach your peak, but the pain was keeping you in a tortuous limbo of pre-orgasm. Though it was true that it's much more difficult for a mare to achieve orgasm than a stallion, your inability to finish was evening the playing fields quite effectively.

The battle waged on in your favor, but after a while, it almost seemed like the pain was winning out. Your whole knee was once again throbbing in agony, the vehement sex dulling it to the best of its vast ability. The poor harassed muscles around the joint begged you implicitly to stop, but you refused to end this before at least Cloudchaser could get off. Resigned to your fate of not being able to reach your long-awaited peak, you began to thrust up to meet her. It doubled the pleasure, but it tripled the pain. Your brain had never felt more confused in its life.

Whilst you suffered in volatile confliction, Cloudchaser was having the time of her life. Her panted breathing was ragged and uneven, her wings were locked outward, and the syrupy juices from her leaking honey pot were soaking your pubic fur and beyond, coating nearly your entire pelvis in her scent-flooded fluids. You were sure you would smell like her for days. The sounds she made were the only music you heard, and the musky scent the both of you were creating together was one you would never forget. Over and over she moaned out your name in cries of unparalleled bliss, making you fight even harder to drive Cloud to her well-deserved climax.

After all, why should the both of you go without your final step because of one, stupid hoofball injury?

Then came something you had not expected. As your pain was rushing its way towards a point that was unbearable, your pleasure level was beginning to fight back to gain an even level with it. The legendary battle raging in your nervous-system was almost to the point of causing you to black out completely. The corners of your blurred vision were starting to darken from your brain being force-fed too many feelings, warnings, and messages. You shook your head side-to-side, trying hopelessly to stay awake just long enough to see your lover reach her pinnacle.

It was when Cloudchaser was close to her breaking point that you felt it. Your own limit had been looming so close for so long, but perhaps your selflessness would reward you yet. Maybe, just maybe, Cloudchaser's orgasm would be the tiny push you so direly needed to send you over the edge as well. With something new towards which to strive, you bucked your hips up into her soaked flower as fast and as hard as you could, causing Cloud to let out an almost animalistic howl.

The two of you entered your intercourse's final stretch with a fire in your hearts. Your head was losing track of the signals of most of your actions, including the signals your knee was giving. It even failed to register the tears falling past your ears, yet, even when the pain had largely left, freeing you from the abeyance between having any chance to reach orgasm and just passing out right then and there, Cloudchaser was still somehow able to beat you to the edge. Her mouth hung open in a silent shriek as her orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, no longer panting, and the muscles in her marehood started to really contract around you. The flow of her outpouring juices felt like magma on your sensitive shaft, and the seemingly constant flow was more than enough to finally get you to the finish line.

Cloudchaser was sent into a whole new frenzied state by the feeling of your member releasing its burning, sticky load into her deepest depths. She gasped at first, as if choking on breath itself, but not long after did she release the breath in one of the loudest, most enchanting moans you'd ever heard. Her velvety glove flew into convulsions, constricting anything inside without mercy, doing its very best to milk your consummating rod for all of its seed. The mare's silken vice as well as her belly continued to writhe and flex with surprising strength as it felt as though it was attempting to pull your member directly into her precious womb. The power in her abdominal region was impressive; her clamping muscles didn't allow for a single drop of your sperm to escape from her quivering, deprived oven.

Then, just as suddenly as the climax had begun, it stopped, and so too did all of time for the two of you. Cloudchaser's only action after coming down from her towering high was to lay down on your chest, her spent form resting on top of you, her head cuddled in the crook of your neck. After that, the two of you took a very needed rest, basking in the heavenly afterglow. Your organ was still buried within hers, and it was something you didn't want to change. The smell of hot, rough sex still hung heavy in the air, but it was a scent you thoroughly enjoyed. The feeling of pain was returning quickly, and you knew as soon as it had fully done so that you were most likely going to go unconscious because of it. In spite of that, you still never wanted this moment to end. You were truly content to savor a few more minutes with the dreaming mare on top of you before you fell asleep as you wrapped your hooves around her lovingly and pulled her in close to you. The feeling of her fur mixing with yours relaxed you; it made your chest feel warm and fuzzy from the inside out.

As the soreness in your knee turned to unabated misery, you noticed that Cloudchaser's breathing had turned rhythmic. She had fallen asleep in your arms. In spite of the pain, You were happy, and no matter if the pain knocked you out, you were just glad that Cloud had derived as much pleasure as she'd given to you. With everything right with the world, you snuggled all the closer to her, settling in and closing your eyes as sleep finally took you.

Author's Note

Well... look at that... a Clopfic... I wonder how this got here...

Alright, fine! Yes, the "old religious guy" wrote a Clop story. Laugh all you want.

In all seriousness though, I always knew ever since I've been on this site that I wanted to at least try writing a Clopfic once. So, to all those who read this, please tell me what you think. Tell me what you liked and disliked about this story. I await your critiques with bated breath, and also feel free to point out any grammatical errors you may discover along the way so I may correct them.

Also, to address the colossal elephant in the room: The strange, trippy song that I placed in the story was, indirectly, the actual reason for this story's existence. I was up late one night, and my brother (the batty dingus that he is) was watching something that at one point had that same song playing in the background, therefore getting it stuck in my head for the next week. One week later, a Clopfic was born.

On a side note to those that regularly follow me: All readers of my other story The Fate of The Warchief, I will return to working on it as soon as this story is finished. There will be two or three more chapters of this, but most of them are already rough drafts. In short, there is absolutely no need to worry about the Warchief's story at all. I hope to see you all in the next chapter; have a blessed day.