Your body felt numb, and considering your injury, that was probably a good thing.

You could feel a nice soft bed underneath you, and your ears could pick up the faint, soothing hiss of running water in a nearby bathroom. Groggy from your nap, you slowly opened your eyes, half expecting to be back home, but as your foggy eyes traversed the bare white ceiling, you soon realized that your bedroom didn't have a dark wood ceiling fan, at least the last time you checked. It then hit you that you should not be at your house, and you briefly wondered why you would've even thought such a thing. No, you had been in the guest bedroom of the house of the two Pegasus sisters. You had been for the last three, long weeks, and yet, you couldn't seem to remember a ceiling fan spinning in that room either. You wracked your tired brain, desperate to try and remember what room in the sisters' home had a wooden fan in it. Your battered mind felt like mush, and no matter how ardently you tried, you just couldn't recall the presence of any ceiling fan.

Your sore eyes closed again as you proceeded to rub the sleep from them, yawning cavernously as you did so. The sound of running water stopped as you were yawning, and you figured that one of the two had just gotten done in the shower. You sluggishly craned your neck over to look at the clock on the nightstand, then gathering that it was four o' clock in the afternoon. You had no idea how long you'd been out, but seeing as how the season was late autumn, the sun should have been starting its descent soon. Flitter should still be at work for at least another half hour, so the one in the shower had to be Cloudchaser.

"Wait... Cloudchaser..."

A very familiar tingle in your genital region was all it took to bring back a roiling tempest of memories regarding your location, and the circumstances as to why you were there. Cloudchaser was the only one in the house who had a room with a ceiling fan, and your last memory before your "nap" was one that couldn't possibly be true.

"That couldn't really have happened, could it?" You thought to yourself as a mild panic began to set in, the bathroom door to your left was casually opened, revealing the Pegasus of your musings. Her ice-colored mane was wet; it cascaded down along her back, bereft of the firm-hold hairspray she used so often to transform it into its usual organized chaos. The only sign of her mane's former style in fact, was a single, adorable little alfalfa sticking straight up between her ears. Her lavender coat shimmered in the light streaming through the window, the black, dimming drapes she'd put over it before leading you into the room blindfolded having now been removed. You may have been grossly overreacting, but you could swear you saw a halo above her head as she spread her newly-preened wings, smiling angelically at you.

"Enjoy your nap?" Cloudchaser's calm, smooth voice alighted on your ears, causing you to blush heavily before you could even think of anything to say.

"Uhhh... Yeah, I guess." You barely managed to get that unintelligent fragment out under your hypnotized stupor. You felt butterflies going to town on your stomach, as well as your heart fluttering in you chest. It made your breathing labored for what appeared to be no reason.

"You okay?" She asked with a small chuckle, her angelic smile becoming just a tad more cocky as she leaned against the bathroom door frame. After asking, she flipped what small portion of her mane was in front of her ears to her back, keeping her eyes locked on you the entire time. She had to have known by now just how much she was driving you nuts, and she was having way too much fun with it.

Despite all that you knew had already happened between you two, you still felt ready to puke from your nerves. "I'm... I'm good." Still, you at least tried to "play it cool." In a display of vested confidence, you leaned your head back into the pillow and crossed your back legs.

You really needed to stop doing that in these types of situations.

It was then that you felt all the pain from your time of pleasure with Cloudchaser come back with a furious vengeance. The normally dulled, sore, burning sensation in your knee now flaring up after your previous exertion had your whole leg feeling as though it were on fire, and you could do nothing to stop it. Your only visible action from Cloudchaser's point of view was your eyes turning to the size of dinner plates as every movement your body had been making seized up. The mare wasn't stupid. Having seen you try to cross your legs before, she knew it had just yielded similar results to all the other times you tried. You didn't think you'd ever seen the calm Pegasus move as fast as she did then, even on the hoofball field, for she was at your side looking over you in the blink of an eye.

"Oh no! When will you learn to stop doing that?" Cloudchaser's relief and cockiness were now replaced with confusion and, to a certain level, frustration, for there was really nothing she could do to help you either, other than to offer her hoof for you to squeeze. "Should I go get the pain killers?" She anxiously asked, holding out her hoof to you. While her words could have quite easily been taken as a joke at any other time, you could tell that she sincerely meant the question.

You remained stalk-still, fearing that moving even a millimeter would make it worse, if that was even possible. You did nothing but nod to her as you slowly brought your hoof up to your mouth, eventually placing the unsteady appendage in your mouth to muffle the scream you'd been holding in, making it sound more like a loud, miserable groan. Your muscles locked as you shouted into your hoof, and in your desperation to dull the burning trauma, you bit down on it, most assuredly leaving teeth marks.

Cloudchaser was back from your guest room in a flash with your bedside water bottle and a small medicine container. She placed the water down on her nightstand before struggling to open the pill bottle; she never liked those infernal medication safety lids. After a few muttered swears and a lot of frantic pulling, Cloud was able to open the bottle with her teeth, shaking out two, small, white and red pills from the capsule. Having recovered only slightly from the initial waves of sharp pain, you opened your mouth to speak to her, but Cloud simply took it as the signal to pop the pills into your mouth and grab the water. You could barely blink before the pills were slammed to the back of your throat and the water bottle was against your lips, tilting up. Choking a bit in your efforts to get the pills back up to your palate, you glanced up at Cloud with an alarmed look on your face, but you soon closed your eyes as you took several gulps of the clear, life-giving liquid, taking the medicine down with ease.

"You good now?" Cloudchaser asked with a small, crooked smirk, her breath coming in short, subsiding pants that washed over your neck and face. Her breath was fresh and minty, so it was clear that she had brushed sometime while you were still sleeping. It didn't really mean much to you, considering how long you two were exchanging saliva earlier.

"Yeah... It's... it's starting to go away." You looked up at her as you began chuckling at how quickly she'd done everything involving your medication. Your laughter must have been contagious, for the mare joined you with her own giggles. The sounds of her happiness alone seemed to dull the sharp ache in your leg, making the pain fade to the background of your mind as you focused purely on the beauty of the Pegasus before you.

"You are such a dork." She said, still giggling as she leaned in towards your face, planting a soft kiss on your blushing cheek. You enjoyed the feeling on your skin; of this you were certain, yet you still wanted more. You placed a gentle hoof around the back of her head before she pulled away and brought her lips to yours. The sensation was just as wonderfully warm and silky as you'd remembered. You saw her eyes go a tad wide at your forwardness, only to close again as she remembered the feeling as well. The kiss was relaxed and easy-going, much like the mare herself. No tongues were involved, only the feeling of you two's lips caressing one and other.

You weren't sure how long your mouths' loving embrace lasted, but hers broke it in favor curling up into an elated, giddy grin, leaving you to rest your forehead against hers, delighting in your warmth. She crawled up onto the bed next to you and rubbed the side of her muzzle against yours. It was unbelievable; this little action of hers was melting you like butter. There wasn't an inch of your body that didn't feel all warm and fuzzy as she went on nuzzling you. You eagerly returned the gesture of pure affection, even though the act was usually reserved for those who were certified soul mates. The idea of her being the mare you'd been waiting for all your life lingered in your muddled thoughts as she kept her face and body in constant contact with your own, and the more you contemplated the idea, the more you grew to like it.

You were content to stay like that with her, envisioning the both of you sharing in moments such as these well on into the future, but as an unusually loud growl from the stomach of the mare you had wrapped in your wings and hooves derailed your train of thought, the sheepish look on Cloudchaser's face was more than enough to send you into another chuckle.

"Hungry?" You asked her, barely able to suppress more laughter. A trifle embarrassed blush grew on her feminine features.

"I guess I am; I never got to eat after I got home..." She looked down at the bed as she spoke through the glowing redness on her face.

"Well, you were pretty 'occupied' at the time." You let your teasing statement hang in the air for a few seconds, waiting for her to bean you with a pillow or something of the like, yet all she did was keep nuzzle you, groaning at the memory of your heated jaunt together.

"You were great." She murmured near your ear, making it twitch. "I've never been with a stallion that could outlast me." You were taken aback by how placid she seemed while talking about this. It appeared that the idea of the two of you "doing it" didn't phase her in the least. "...Not every day a stallion lasts as long as a mare."

Though her praise fed what ego you had, it made you feel considerably guilty, for you weren't really sure if you could have gone as long as you did without the pain holding you back. In fact, if you were sure of anything, it was that you couldn't have done that if you weren't laid up like this. Still, you'd be damned if you were about to ruin her opinion of you two's love making session by telling her that the pain had knocked you out it was so intense. No, that would definitely be kept a secret, for now. "Well, maybe you shouldn't underestimate a Pegasus who can beat Thunderlane in a hoof wrestle." You said, smiling triumphantly at the memory of the sizable achievement.

"Hmm, maybe I shouldn't have..." She sighed and laid her head down on your chest as she closed her eyes, her form rising and falling from her soft breathing. The pungent scent of her workout was no where to be found, replaced by the fragrance of lavender shampoo. Her new bouquet was not unwelcome, though; her natural scent only served to ruffle your feathers anyway. "...mmm, Why don't you go grab a shower while I make us some dinner? You... still kinda smell like me." Just that commentary in and of itself was nearly enough to make you hard all over again. That was, until you realized what else she said.

"Buck... she wants to make dinner..." You though in substantial trepidation.

You couldn't really say "No thanks" or "I'm not hungry" without at least a subtle hint that she was a bad cook. You were caught between a rock and a soft mare whom you didn't want to offend, for moral or physical reasons. So, without much further thought on the matter, you agreed with her plan "Alright, alright." You'd bitten this arrow before, and you were confident you could handle anything she could throw at you now.

Besides, you did need a shower.

You were clean, and felt like a new pony.

For the past three weeks, bathing had been something of a chore for you, what with your bum knee giving you trouble maneuvering around and being thorough, but after each time you got finished, you were always glad you put in the effort. The running water had relaxed your muscles and soothed you injury's minor swelling, and the small hassle of having to stand on it for a while couldn't possibly be counted as a downer on an otherwise balmy experience. You finished toweling off your mane, giving it a quick brush-over before you trotted down stairs, tossing the dampened towel into the laundry basket on the way by. The distinct smell of oat-burgers hit you almost as soon as your hoof hit the last step, making your stomach growl aggressively even though you'd gorged yourself on breakfast/lunch just over three hours ago. You were a weather pony after all; hardy workers need hardy meals.

"You sure take your time in the bathroom."

Then you remembered who was making the oat burgers...

"Well, getting all of the 'you' smell off of me took a lot of scrubbing." You jested back at the tending mare as you walked through the living-room into the kitchen. When you crossed the threshold, the aroma of oat-burgers was almost completely overpowered by that of deep-frying hay fries. The heady combination had you all but salivating. Cloudchaser was standing next to a grilling pan, her front hooves supporting her as she stood on two legs against the counter, wearing a large smile and one of the cutest aprons you'd ever seen. Then again, it might have just been the mare in the clothing that was making it look cute.

"Well, maybe you should've let me take a rinse-off before you decided you wanted to screw around." Cloud said with a playful tone as she tossed a few more oat patties onto the grill pan, causing a most appetizing sizzling sound to greet your ears.

"Hey, last time I checked, you're the one who did the deciding, but that doesn't matter." You trotted up behind her and wrapped your wings around the Pegasus from behind her, your chin resting atop her mane. "If I had the option to change something about all we did, I wouldn't change a thing." You whispered into her ear before giving it a cheeky nibble. She giggled and pressed herself into you, allowing you to push your muzzle into her mane. Inhaling deeply, you found that Cloud's natural mane smelled like rain clouds. No matter how much shampoo she used in order to smell like a flower, her work as a weather pony had bestowed upon her mane a scent that would most likely never leave unless she quit her work. The rainy, slightly-earthy hints were not bad in any sense. In fact, it reminded you of home, and it calmed you to breath it in.

"You're so cheesy." She mumbled, tittering as she nestled the back of her head into your neck. It was true, you could be very cheesy sometimes. The entire weather team remembers your attempt at seducing Cloudkicker, which was a ridiculous idea without trying to be as romantic as equinely possible.

"Dance with the one that brought ya." You said to her. She looked up at you, a bit confused at first, so you decided to explain your metaphor. "It means: Don't change something if it's working."

"...And who says cheesy is working?" She asked you, still maintaining the tone of a teasing filly messing with her friend.

"Well, you haven't moved away." You punctuated your words by giving Cloudchaser's barrel a squeeze with your hooves and your wings.

The mare laughed as you felt her up, her freshly-bathed coat like fine satin to your prowling hooves. "Stop trying to get me horny again; you'll make me burn the food." She used her wings to gently push you away, giggling all the while. You smiled, satisfied with the attention you gave her as you sat down at the kitchen table, comfortable just to watch her continue cooking. It didn't even take a full minute before your eyes found themselves irreversibly subject to the view of her flank. It seemed to sway along to a song in her head, giving you quite the show before dinner. You did nothing but observe as she seemed to juggle the task of flipping the oat-patties on time, keeping the hay-fries from becoming too greasy, and keeping her dancing in rhythm. A dumb, infatuated smile crept onto your face as you looked on at the mare's animated features, thinking of nothing else but the breathless moans and primal howls she'd been releasing just a couple hours ago. The thought of Cloud's tight marehood flexing around you made your sheath begin to ache again. Your mind wandered about, its attention divided erratically amongst many tantalizing memories, going through every single carnal thing you and Cloudy had done that afternoon.

Who would have ever thought it?

"...Nice to know you like my butt that much." Cloudchaser's goading voice broke the powerful trance her swaying rear-end had put you in as she pulled the fries from the scalding-hot oil to let them cool. You blushed, somewhat embarrassed that she'd noticed your overt gawking, knowing full well that she knew you hadn't stopped staring at it, but even in light of this, you still didn't take your eyes off of her. Her toned thighs, her refined wings, her rounded haunches, her cute little amount of belly plump. You had never much cared for those runway-style, skinny mares anyway; Cloudchaser looked perfectly well fed, and it made her barrel look adorable.

"Oh, it's not just that flank, sweetheart." You mumbled almost wistfully. It made Cloud chuckle again, causing her to turn to look at you.

"You need to shut up before I pounce on you." Cloud purred, swatting her hoof at you like a kitten. You stood up, unable to resist the urge to enclasp the mare again. She moaned as your snout rubbed into her neck.

"You act like you pouncing on me would be a bad thing." You defied, giving the rim of her ear a lick right afterwards. It was your turn to play that game. Cloud didn't say another word, but the sound coming from her turned from a peaceful hum, to a predatory growl. Cloudchaser was as quick as a lighting strike, spinning both of you around and backing you up against the kitchen counter. Her lips met yours with the force of a hammer, but you wrapped your hooves around her, getting over the shock of her sudden actions immediately. Her tongue brushed your closed mouth, but as yours readily joined hers, it didn't seem like she was after a battle for dominance, just a nice cooperative dance. Your tongues then engaged in a waltz of sorts, her muzzle pushing as hard as it could against your own as she rushed her frantic and impatient hooves at untying the back of her apron. If you didn't know any better, you'd say she was trying to shove her whole snout into your mouth.

Throwing the apron off to the side as if it were the most bothersome thing in the world right then, Cloudchaser broke from the kiss to catch her breath, panting as if she'd run a marathon. "You talked me into it." She breathed out quickly as she started ushering you out of the kitchen, planting short pecks on your upper neck. When her muzzle trailed up to yours again, you gave the tip of her nose a lick, eliciting another giddy titter from the horny Pegasus.

"Won't the oats burn if we fool around?" You asked in genuine concern, but careful to still keep the playfulness in you voice.

"That side needs to cook for a while anyway." Cloud spoke with a dismissive tone as she grabbed a light hold of your wing, pulling you into the living room. "We've got a good few minutes." You did see that she had set the stove burners to a lower level, so you didn't have cause to worry too much.

"Who knows? It might just make them better." You thought as you diverted the remainder of your attention back to the gorgeous, hopelessly horny Pegasus who had just given you permission to make love to her again. Though she'd spoken softly to ease your worries about dinner, her half-lidded eyes clearly told you that she was not trying to calm you down. She led you to the foot of the living room's cloud sofa before falling onto it herself, splaying her hind legs out for you to see. She outstretched her forehooves to you eagerly, inviting you to climb on top of her and take her.

Without the slightest hesitation, you carefully lay down above her, making sure your weight wouldn't crush her anywhere, and keeping your knee from doing any work. Cloudchaser moaned out as your bodies' fur rubbed together, wrapping her hooves and wings around your upper back. You placed your wings under her flank, giving it a greedy squeeze as you shoved your hooves under her arms to bring her chest to yours, pulling her as closely to you as you could. Cloud sighed at the feeling of your fondling wings on her rear, resting her forehead against yours and locking eyes with you. Your warm, fuzzy bodies were as entwined as they could possibly be. As the two of you basked in each other's warmth, you were once again transfixed by the tempting gaze of the mare below you; the most you found yourself able to do was continue the massage on her plump haunches.

"So... are we like... officially 'coltfriend and marefriend' now?" Cloudchaser asked, biting her lip shortly after finishing her question. You couldn't even think of anything to compare to such a look. Her succulent, sultry lips, her piercing, soulful eyes, it was something you were quite content with staring at for forever, but after a few seconds, it dawned on you that she'd asked you a considerably heavy question. You somehow managed to free yourself from her bewitching stare, spurring yourself into action as you leaned in to lock muzzles with the beautiful mare. Again no tongues were required in the kiss, only the feeling of those luscious lips. She let out a blissful sigh through her nose as the kiss went on, the two of you steadily making the kiss more forceful. You gave her butt a pinch with two primaries as you broke the kiss, earning a gasp for your surprise.

"Does that answer your question?" You retorted to her panting form. Her breath smelled of toothpaste, having not eaten anything afterward. It was odd, but you found yourself inhaling for every time she would exhale, breathing in any essence she gave you as often as you could.

"I wanna hear you say it." Her voice quivered a bit as she spoke, but the demand behind could not be mistaken. It was rare for Cloudchaser to take anything this seriously, so you didn't waste a second for fear of ruining what you had.

"Yes, I am your coltfriend." A euphoric smile spread across her face at those loaded words, prompting a corresponding grin of your own. You'd be lying if you said you didn't feel proud of yourself just then.

"Well, you know I'm your mare..." Cloudchaser leaned up, licking along you jawline before she added in a whisper gushing with not only driving lust, but burning love. "Care to make me yours again?"

You brought your face away from the side of her head and kissed her again, earning an excited chortle from her. You swore you would never grow weary of this. You could kiss her until your lips knew hers better than they knew themselves. This kiss one of the more primal and gluttonous kind, as there was no further need to prove anything in the way of romancing, you felt her tongue rearing to go against your opening mouth, wanting either to play or to fight. Your yearning tongue instantly joined hers in the small space between your mouths, quickly finding that she was using hers far too forcefully to want to play, and so, the rematch commenced. No sooner had the sparring began did her hooves start kneading away into the base of your wings, forcing a groan from your occupied mouth. "Cheater!" Your thoughts screeched. She knew how sensitive the wings could be to that kind of treatment, particularly at the muscular base, particularly to a Pegasus who was not used to receiving a massage there.

In silent awe by the dubious lengths to which she purposely went, you decided to enact a bit of foul play yourself. Leaving a little more of your weight to press down on her, you shifted so that your hooves were on Cloud's flank and your wings were wrapped around her sides. Your left hoof squeezed and worked deeply into the left side of her butt while your right found its job in fiddling with her dewy flower. She moaned lewdly into your mouth, her tongue spasming and flexing turbulently, allowing you to slowly gain ground on her despite her tactics. She doubled the strength with which she massaged your wings' bases, truly showing no mercy in the exploitation of your sensitivity, a feathery "Pomf" sound manifesting itself as her reward. You always hated when your wings shot out like that; it always made you feel embarrassed when it would happen in public, especially with how shrewd your friend Thunderlane could be sometimes. The amount of conflicted pleasure she was dealing to you by this simple act alone was debilitating; you were sure you couldn't take much more without crying out in bliss, breaking away from the kiss and forfeiting the match. Your brow furrowed over your closed eyes in determination. Even under the intense pleasure of her hooves' ministrations, you still wanted to get that third win on her. You rubbed your right hoof along Cloudchaser's moistened lower lips with no holds barred, sending another wave of blissful shock through her gyrating form, wetting your appendage sufficiently before lowering it to a more secret orifice of hers.

Without any warning, you savagely pushed your soaked hoof to her tighter passage, causing the stunned mare to squeal into your mouth. Your hoof was well lubricated, but it still couldn't even come close to penetrating her backdoor. Its constriction in reaction to your sudden poking had left you merely with scarce ability to tease at its puckered outer reaches. Even though your hoof was too large to enter her other hole, the attempt was not by any means lost on Cloudchaser. Her hooves let go of your wings as they stiffened and flailed a moment, quickly finding refuge in wrapping around your neck. Her wings flapped excitedly against the white fluff of the sofa as her back hooves shot up and around your lower back. You took it back; this was as entwined as you could possibly be with her. Her tongue became noticeably weaker as she began focusing on catching her breath through her nose. That was exactly what you'd wanted. Your plan had worked perfectly, and you were looking forward to dominating yet another kiss.

Everything was going swimmingly, until you heard the front door open.

Your eyes shot open, your whole body going still. Your eyes then wide, you found that Cloudchaser's were still squeezed shut. She must not have heard the door! Thankfully, she was only breathing through her nose as she continued to kiss you, not making any other noise, but the fact that she didn't know her sister was now just feet away from you two only served to make the predicament worse! You had no clue what to do! What could you do to thwart this unavoidable disaster? How could you possibly derail this oncoming train? What action were you going to take to avert this collision-course that would most likely result in something worse than death for the two of you?! Could you keep going and hope Cloudchaser stayed quiet enough so as not to attract Flitter's attention? No, you hadn't yet heard her hooves moving away from the door; that either meant Flitter was very tired, that she was just standing there, or that she was already looking at the you and Cloud's little love jaunt, too shocked to speak. You didn't dare risk looking up to see. You could pretend to be asleep, but you knew that there wasn't enough room on the sofa to make it look platonic or convincing. That of course, and you'd somehow have to tell Cloudchaser to play along, which was something you had no way of doing. You knew you couldn't hop off of her and off the couch. Not only would she surely pick up the very sudden movement in her peripheral vision, but there was also a high risk of re-injuring your leg. The sound of a pony slumping against the door after closing it was a good sign. Perhaps Flitter was too tired to have seen you yet.

If Cloud hadn't heard the door when it opened, she definitely heard it when it closed. Her eyes went as wide as yours had, and though her lips were still locked with yours, all battle with your tongues had ceased. Both of you were now holding you breath. Looking at her, you could plainly see the same frantic debate of terrible options raging in her head. One thing she did differently from you however, was her whole body going not only still, but rigid as she was startled by the door clicking shut. All four of her legs tensed in reflex to the sound, causing them to clamp down. This triggered a chain of events that you really could have done without. The strain placed on your bad knee by your back leg straightening out as she involuntarily applied pressure by tensing up, brought an initial shock of pain that no one could have suffered through silently. A muffled grunt left your nose and mouth before you could suppress it, ruthlessly shattering any hope of Flitter not noticing you two.

Still, in spite of this calamity, you had two options from which to choose: Act like you hadn't heard the door and feign innocence, or break the kiss you and Cloudchaser had been holding to come up with a logical explanation to tell Flitter, neither option sounding all that appealing to you at the moment...

"What The Buck?!"

In the end, Flitter made that decision for you.

With a wet smacking sound, you broke the kiss to look up at Flitter, hoping beyond hope that her face was not as betrayed as her shout had sounded. Your hopes were once again broken to smithereens, for the look on the poor little mare's face was not one of anger, but one of confusion, betrayal, and utter horror. She just stood there, breathing as if she were about to hyperventilate for what felt like a harsh millennium before Cloudchaser finally tried to speak up.

"This... this isn't what it looks like." You grimaced as soon as those words hit your ears. You pulled your hoof from up against Cloud's flank and carefully got to a standing position next to the couch. Cloudchaser merely sat up, ashamedly using her tail and hooves to cover her still aroused mare-parts.

"Really!? Then what is it, Cloud!? What is it!?" Flitter's voice never changed from an infuriated shriek. You cringed with each new word that came from her mouth, not only from how loud she screamed them but what it was she screamed. You wanted desperately to help Cloudchaser to defend herself against her sister's vigorous, and rightful inquire, but your mouth simply refused to open. Whether it was due to the shock of Flitter's reaction or the pain still pulsing through your leg, you'd probably never know, but you did know that you had just left Cloudchaser abandoned.

"We weren't doing anything serious, Flitter. It was... just..." Throughout your life, you'd known your fair share of good liars, and Cloudchaser was not on that list; you already knew this was hopeless.

"What?! Just what?!" Her angry screech was by now more of a cry, and you never would have thought you preferred the other until you heard the latter.

Cloudchaser recoiled, defeated and ashamed beyond measure as she hung her head, unable to look her little sister in the eye. "I'm sorry..."

Flitter recoiled herself at those words; her eyes shimmered, on the verge of tears, visible even in the shaded living-room as she slowly and somberly shook her head. "No... no you're n-not..." With those cold words plunged into her sister's heart, Flitter bolted up the stairs, leaving you and Cloud with nothing but unforgiving silence after she'd slammed her bedroom door. The loud, cruel noise was undoubtedly the breaking point for poor Cloudchaser. You heard a soft sobbing from her not long after it happened, and you were certain that Flitter was doing the same.

Even now, you weren't entirely sure what to do. On one hoof, you needed to go after Flitter to console her in some way, but on the other, Cloud looked like she needed some help as well. You let out a sigh, looking at the mess you felt you had created. Coming to grips with it, you realized that you would not only have to comfort Cloudchaser, but make amends with Flitter as well. You knew Flitter would not hear Cloud after what she'd just said. It was you who had to set things back on course, you and no one else. Ultimately, you chose to help the mare who's world had just gone from pleasurable contentment, to an unreal nightmare, something you understood implicitly.

You walked up beside Cloud, placing a wing around her softly. She then looked up at you, the black eyeliner she normally used to accent her naturally dark lashes now partially smudged by a few tears. Her eyes trailed off of you slightly, staring blankly. She looked like she was thinking about something, and it wasn't that hard for you to figure out what. You knew she was wondering whether she should welcome your approach, or push you away as the pony who had inadvertently hurt her sister. You understood her struggle perfectly. You were not surprised by her hesitance, nor would you have been if she were to shrug your wing away, even though that decision would have hurt a lot more than you would care to imagine.

Luckily, you would never know that pain. Her face twisting as she started to weep again, Cloudchaser turned her body towards you and threw her hooves around your neck, shoving her muzzle into the crook of your shoulder. Her bawling grew more open as she clung to you tightly, shaking profusely with every wracking sob pouring fresh tears into your fur. You just held her there; it was all you could do for her. Your heart hurt dearly for them both, and you were sorry you ever made that spur-of-the-moment proposition to Cloud. After a while, her weeping gradually abated, mellowing to sniffling whimpers as she slowly regained her senses.

"Wha--what have I done..." She spoke only just above a whisper. It hurt; everything that was happening hurt you so much. You quickly found that the most bearable pain you suffered at the moment was your injury. You kicked yourself harder than you ever had before for what you knew you'd caused as you listened to her cries of guilt. This was a side of Cloudchaser you'd never seen before, nor had ever wished to see. This couldn't go on; it was not her wrong-doing, and you decided you were going to tell them just that.

"It wasn't your fault." You managed to say, folding both your wings over her. "If anypony's to blame, it's me."

"I knew... I knew she liked you... and I still did it..." Cloudchaser spoke, her sober tone from before remaining glued to her.

"Hey..." You lifted her face to you own with a hoof under her chin. Her eyeliner had made her tears gray as they ran down her cheeks, partially staining her muzzle fur and the tips of your hooves. "It wasn't your fault; it was mine. I pressured you into it, and now I'm gonna make things right." You proclaimed, determined to keep the word you just gave. You knew that holding Cloudchaser here was not helping her one bit, not when she longed for her sister. You didn't blame her, and you were willing to do whatever had to be done in order to see Cloudchaser smile again.

"How?"

She hung her head again as another tear fell from her eye, barely possessing the emotional strength to look back up at you. You couldn't say anything to her, for you weren't sure exactly what you were going to do. All you knew is that you'd be damned if you didn't at least try to mend things, even if it was only between Cloud and Flitter. You kissed her on the cheek and helped her back onto the sofa, making sure she was as comfortable as she could be before you turned to look at the top of the staircase. Right before you began trotting to the foot of the stairs, Cloudchaser spoke up again; it was clear that she insisted on knowing at least the premise of your plan, even if you had none to give.

"How are you going to talk her into forgiving a pony who just stabbed her in the back?"

"By doing what every Pegasus was born to do." You answered calmly, betraying how you felt inside as you started towards Flitter's room. "I'm gonna wing it."

You felt nervous, incredibly nervous.

There you were, already at the top of the steps, knowing full well that what you said in the next few minutes could either make or break the priceless relationship you had with two of the most wonderful mares you knew. You stood motionless outside Flitter's bedroom door, praying to somehow acquire the courage you needed to enter. When no such courage or bravery came, you considered the possibility of letting Flitter calm down a bit before speaking with her. That course of action didn't sit that well with you however, as your father had always told you to "strike while the iron was hot." It was something that never totally failed you whenever you tried it, so with a few deep breaths, and a lick of your dry lips, you placed your hoof on the doorknob.

You froze. You really did not want to do this.

"Come on! It's Flitter! She loves you! She needs a friend right now, and you're the only other pony in the house! She looked after you like she was guarding you with her life, and now you can't even go in and say you're sorry?! Be a stallion! It's time for you to give back all that she gave for you!"

Your brain spoke the truth; you did owe her a lot. You had to admit that you'd even toyed with the idea of asking her out a couple times, but you never seemed to have the courage to do so. While Cloudchaser had always been a ball of fun to be around, it was Flitter who never failed to make you feel wanted, to make you feel loved. The mare had made you feel loved even before you knew about her crush on you, and that's what was strange. Was it possible to love two mares, let alone love them equally for different reasons? Could you be in love with both Cloudchaser and Flitter? You'd heard of some stallions having multiple mares, but you'd always thought of them as nothing more than shallow flankholes. The only thing you'd ever thought of when you saw or heard of a harem was the complete and total lack of a moral core you'd have to have just to be part of one. You had never even considered being one of those stallions for a second. Whenever you had dreamt of companionship with the soul that was meant to be the one, you had dreamed of only one, one faceless mare who belonged to the uncertain future, yet, somehow the idea of both sisters being the ponies you were in love with refused to leave the equation in your head. When you thought of the idea, it didn't disgust you with yourself as you thought it would have. You knew why you loved them both, and for some reason, that was enough for you. The more you thought of it, the more it started to become the most logical course of action you could take, for after all, how on Equuis would you live with yourself if you walked away from one for the other, leaving them to face what they would then see as their victorious nemesis every day of their remaining lives?

No, there was no other peaceful way out of this ultimatum, and you decided that you would at least bear the courage to suggest it, even if it did make you look like one of those immoral flankholes. It wouldn't bother you; you knew why you loved them both, and you knew you could love both of them equally for what they were.

Yes, you knew you could love them both equally, and you knew for an assured fact that Cloudchaser most likely wouldn't mind sharing you with her little sister. That just left Flitter, who was, at times, a very possessive pony. Would she be willing to share you with the pony closest to her? This was the real and final question.

"You'll never know unless you get in there and try..." Slowly did your hoof twist the doorknob, and slower still did you gently push the door open. Over her own pillow-muffled wailing, Flitter had heard nothing.

The room itself was rather bland by comparison to Cloud's room, but every now and then it held bursts of individuality in its modest decor. A white beanbag chair, a darkwood bookshelf filled partially with golden ballet trophies and steamy romance novels, a desk in the corner with weather-related paperwork stacked on it, a nightstand adorned with a reading lamp, a plain unpostered door to another bathroom, another door to a small walk-in closet, a white satin bed with a birch wood frame and cloud pillows resting at its head, these were all the little things that would stand out to you as you would enter her room. The walls of the room were a lavender wallpaper like much of the rest of the house, and the floor was made up of a mellow, beige carpeting. Three things in the room stuck out to your eyes: The nightstand that housed the very diary that gave you nightmares, the twenty-year old plush teddy bear that rested on that beanbag chair, and finally, the mare to whom the room belonged, curled up on the foot of her bed, crying her eyes out inconsolably.

Deciding right then and there to block out the potent memories of that diary, and ignore the old plush, you slowly trotted up to her bedside. Flitter's cries were loud, even when muffed by the cloud pillow she was clutching tightly in her hooves. She didn't notice you until you gave your stealth away in favor of placing a gentle hoof lightly upon her back. She flinched, gasping in startlement as she quickly looked up at you, her distraught eyes a bit inflamed and her cheek fur matted to her face. You gave her a weak, insecure smile, hoping that she wouldn't become angry at your presence. She stared at you for the longest time, doing nothing but breathing through her slightly open mouth and ruffling her feathers. Your heart began to race, an even more insecure blush developing on your face as you wondered what was going through her head. This was the same gamble you had just taken with Cloudchaser; it even had the same two possible outcomes. She could either accept you and welcome the comfort of what she still saw as a friend, or remember that you were truly the one to blame for her sorrows. As far as the gamble had gone, you were beginning to think that you were over-playing your hoof, that was, until it again miraculously paid off despite the fact that you probably would not have done the same were you in her position.

Flitter's first divulging action was to look down at her bed in concession, slowly inching over to give you room to sit beside her on it. You let out a breath you didn't realize you'd been holding in and gratefully crawled up next to her, making sure not to injure yourself doing so. Once you were seated, Flitter just began staring at you again. Again you hoped she wasn't staring at you for the reason you dreaded, but staring back at her, you saw that her face was filled with too many emotions for you to decipher any one of them. The very most you could do was plead with your heart that a kinder emotion would prevail.

Her stare went unbroken for at least a full ten seconds, before the dam holding back her tears once again began to falter. It was then that you finally did see something in her eyes as she gazed into yours: You saw longing, pure, sorrowful, stillborn longing. It was so powerful to you when you saw it; you couldn't tear your eyes away for fear of what that longing might turn into. It was the gaze of someone who wanted something so badly they could scream out in anguish, but knew despite all they would ever do, that they could never have it. At first, the tears silently fell from her eyes, but it didn't take long for her to be sobbing once more. You could do little more than watch the mare's depressed sadness win out over all other things she was feeling, and it made you want to cry right along with her.

You had hurt her, and you had hurt her badly.

Still, you couldn't break down with her; it wouldn't help anything. You needed to fix this! You had given Cloudchaser your word, and you couldn't just give in and let poor Flitter go on like this. You opened your mouth several times, but found no words that had the force to leave your pinched throat.

"Say something!" Your mind screamed at you. "Anything!" You couldn't exactly find the right words, but you tried anyway; you could do nothing but try. "Flitter..."

Not a half second had passed since the sound of her name escaped your lips did she wrap her hooves around your lower chest. Flitter's bitter weeping again became more audible as she bawled into your tufted fur. It was your turn to bare a face of startlement as her sudden action was made, but when you realized what all the signs were pointed to, you sighed shakily and started petting her mane, trying your best to come up with the words that would salvage this.

"Flitter... I'm... I'm sorry... I'm so sorry." It wasn't much, but you managed to muscle out the words as you fought back tears of your own. Flitter's crying only seemed to become louder, and more forceful at the sentiment. You had a sinking feeling that you'd made it worse.

It was then that an idea hit you like a brick wall. You may have known about the ardent crush she had on you, but she didn't know that you knew. Besides, it would be a great way to get her to open up to you, to talk to you, and if she could just talk to you, you at least stood a chance of being able to get her mind off of what had just happened with her sister. So, that being your only real plan of action, you leaped for it. "I don't understand, Flitter. Why did what you saw make you like this?"

Flitter bit the bait as soon as you set it. "Y-you wouldn't know... you can't know... not a-after t-that!"

"Know what? What can't I know?" You only raised your voice a very small amount so as to keep her attention, still careful to keep it soft for her. You reached your hooves under her fetlocks and pulled her face up to eye level, looking purposely inquisitive. It was almost as if Flitter couldn't bear to look at you as she spoke her words, for no sooner had you done this did Flitter stare at you in silence again, her lower lip distinctively quivering before she closed in for another hug. She rested her head on your left shoulder, keeping her hooves around your upper barrel. The mare's tears had seemed to become less frequent when she had something to fight through them for, but every time she looked at you, you felt that you were getting nowhere.

"I... I can't tell you now!" The progress you'd thus made with her crying was all but destroyed with that defeated declaration. Flitter tightened her grip on you, burying her muzzle into your neck, crying sobs as hard as when you'd first entered the room. "I can never tell you now..." The gravity of those words burned you to your core. You had to change this; it was now or never.

"What if I told you... I already knew?"

Flitter's whole body then became as still as a stone statue. Though you took your time waiting, you desperately wished for some kind of positive reaction from her, or any reaction in general, but you found none. Flitter never moved, nor did she continue to cry out, nor even ruffle her wings. She did not move a single, solitary muscle in her body after you said that. The only sign of life from the mare you had wrapped in your hooves was her uneven breath, so you took it a little further.

"And what if I told you that... I liked you too?" You asked tentatively as you softly pulled Flitter away from you by her shoulders. You looked at Flitter with no sign of a jest in your expression, nor in your body language, and you could swear you saw a semi-hopeful glimmer in her reddened, puffy eyes.

After a little while though, as if upon realization of the sobering event which had unfolded before her denying eyes, Flitter's head lowered before she spoke out, already sounding bested and crushed by the gravity of reality itself. "You... you c-can't... You're in love with Cloudchaser..." You almost couldn't believe what your ears heard. You heard bitterness, jealousy, and resentfulness lacing her sister's name when it departed to the air. It stung you to hear it. You were truly astonished that you were already hearing such a thing from her, but still, despite your stupefaction, you pressed on and kept at it.

At this rate, knowing just how rapidly you were losing ground in your battle against the hardening of Flitter's broken heart, realizing just how imminently she was turning on her sister, you were left with very few options. Once again, it was now or never. What you were about to say, what you were about to do would most definitely take you down a very dark, crooked, twisted, and winding path, but if that's what it took to make both Cloudchaser and Flitter happy, especially with each other, you would have gladly walked through Tartarus one-hundred times over.

"Flitter.... you know how a good mother loves all of her foals equally, even if she has, say, five or six?"

Flitter then looked up at you, slightly taken aback by how random the question appeared to be, confused at how such a question could mean something for her plight. "Yeah..." She answered with a stuffy-nosed sniffle following closely behind it.

"Well..." You took in a deep breath, as if readying yourself to jump from a great height. This was it; there was no going back now. "You're right, Flitter. You are absolutely right; I do love Cloudchaser." Her gaze lowered again, looking profoundly hopeless and depressed, but that face was soon to change as you used a wing tip to lift it back up to look you dead in the eyes. "But I also love you just as much."

You saw Flitter's eyes light up as if she saw light at the end of a dark tunnel, but only for a fleeting moment before you saw the gears in her head begin turning. With a fetlock, she dried her eyes as she once again bowed her head, but not in a defeated way, not this time. You could tell that it was purely for the purpose of contemplation. Her eyes would dart from her own hooves back up to your eyes every so often in deep thought. After only a half minute in silence, she let out a collected sigh.

"You're just saying that. You're just saying that to make me feel better..."

Did she really believe you would do something like that to her? Flitter hardly seemed like a cynical soul, but you feared the miniscule possibility that it just might be true. You didn't really have a contingency plan for a problem like this, so the gears in your own head went to work. Your mind stormed, trying ardently to come up with an answer before too long had passed and she was sure of what she'd said. Your mind's eye then showed you a very brief image; it was what you and Cloudchaser were doing before Flitter had gotten home. At first, you didn't know how that helped you, but a subtle tingle in your loins granted you an epiphany.

It was ruthless, and you were almost certain it would fail. You nearly shunned it in favor of resuming your search for an honest and convincing answer, but the idea, you then realized, was every bit as devious as the one that had gotten you into the greatest time of your life with Flitter's sister, if not more. So, setting all inner inhibitions aside for the time being, you dove for it with gusto.

"What if I could prove that I love you too?"

Flitter's face scrunched up in even further confusion. "...What? How?"

"Here goes nothing..." You thought, letting your vicious brain take you over. You decided to let your actions speak for you. You stood up and gently stepped off the bed, careful to not put anymore strain on your bad ligament. She watched you in worry as she outstretched her hooves to you with a concerned whimper, acting as if you'd torn the thing yesterday. She still really cared about you; that much was certainly clear above all else.

"Careful!" She squeaked out to you, putting her hooves near her mouth. You turned to her and gave a knowing grin. Before Flitter could even blink, you were right in front of her with your hoof pressed to her chest. You never broke eye contact as you slowly pushed her onto her back, leaving her back hooves to dangle off the edge of the bed. You didn't need to push hard at all seeing as how her hooves were at her mouth, not keeping her upright as she slumped backwards onto the bed's fluffy cushioning. As you hovered above her, eyeing her midsection, Flitter continued to stare up at you, every bit as uncertain of what you were about to do as when you first said you could prove your equal love to her. Still, you were beginning to think that she was more wise than she was letting on, as her only action upon this supposed "uncertainty" was pathetically crossing her back legs in a feeble attempt to shield her most private parts from you, a blush already crowning her nervous expression. "W-what are you doing?" Flitter's voice shook as much as her body at your touch.

"Just sit back and relax." You crooned to her through your smirk before giving her adorable little belly a short loving peck, a loud, shaken gasp escaping Flitter's throat just from that small sampling alone. If that was the over-sized repercussion of your meager little taste, you couldn't wait to see how loud you could make her scream.

"W-w-wait!" She whimpered out, her breath already coming heavy as your snout brushed against her inner thigh. You paid her begging no heed; you knew that she wanted this just as much as (if not more than) you did. You could tell just from the blush, the nervousness, the look of anticipation on her face, that, and she wasn't exactly sitting up to stop you either. When your muzzle finally arrived at its destination, you didn't smell much of her feminine scent, nor did she look all that aroused when you got to eye-level with her marehood. This had you slightly stumped for a moment. Though you could clearly see by her face that she was already on board, you derived the general sense that her marehood just didn't quite look ready. Perhaps you were simply not doing enough with your sudden ministrations to garner any noticeable arousal from the petite mare. Maybe you just needed that special, individual something to tip things indelibly in your favor. Just then, your mind stopped, recollecting all of what she so relished from her diary, all the depraved virile things she wished you would do to her. Perhaps just a little, mild "rough play" would more than do the trick. With your mind made up, you looked back up at Flitter with a deviant grin.

"Go ahead, Flitter; keep on resisting. Keep begging me." You nearly growled as your firm grip on her supple hips grew ever tighter. Growling that rather vindictive sentiment made your own skin crawl. It was a profanely creepy sentiment, at least to your ears, but you could tell she loved it. The Pegasus mare's face was now as crimson as a sunlit rose, and her little pink nub winked wantonly as her mind processed what you said.

"Wh... what?" Her torso trembled violently to its core as she spoke, her hooves clinging snugly to her chest as she peered down at you with widened eyes of utter disbelief. You weren't entirely sure how she'd take what you were about to say next, so you knew you had to work fast.

"I read your journal..." Your hooves ran up and down her sides as you spoke, intently exploring her body. You thanked Celestia above when she didn't wrinkle her face in offended anger upon your intrusive admittance, and you weren't about to waste that miracle. You briskly traced your hooves lower, down to her cutie marks, fondling them playfully. "...Go on, pretend this is one of those dreams..." Your hooves left her special talent marks, and returned to them with a loud Slap! "Beg me for it."

Flitter let out a quick, unprepared shriek at the sudden rough play, her chest rising and falling now with more speed as sweat began to bead and roll down her forehead. Your hooves dug deeply into her sensitive flanks, gruffly massaging any stinging sensation from the skin of her rear. Flitter's haunches were as soft and as squishy as the finest pillow, not even giving a hair of resistance to the digging of your hooves. Though you felt a layer of muscle under the smooth flesh of her dainty little butt, it wasn't nearly as toned as Cloudchaser's, but you did enjoy how her moldable flanks gave way to your strong fetlocks. You heard her stutter incoherently, but never did she complete a full word, let alone a full sentence. You didn't hear a discernible word until you had your hooves on her back knees, poised to spread them apart for your delight.

"P-please..." You just barely heard her say.

"Please... what? Say it, Flitter; tell me what you want me to do." You pushed her further.

"Please... use me... how you w-want... however you want." There it was. She needed not say another word as you quickly spread her back legs, holding them there a moment to admire the view.

"...good enough."

With that, you gave Flitter's newly-moistened flower a light, slow lick with the tip of your tongue. Feeling her spasm against it as you went, you saw by her gasping reaction that what you'd just done was more of a cruel, teasing tickle than anything else. Even though you only tasted her at the tip of your tongue, her taste was still surprisingly noticeable. Just as your mind had done with her sister's taste, the food that first came to it was that of a strawberry, except juicier, warmer, and much more subtle. Her lower lips' pure, tender flesh was as soft as the skin of a fresh plum, easily spreading open for your probing, searching tongue as it slowly descended deeper. Flitter's back legs wrapped themselves around the back of your head, and the only sound you heard was the rustling of the bedspread as her front hooves frantically grasped at it for a hold. You decided it was time for a bit more fun as you flicked your tongue across her nethers as a foal would a lollipop, earning yet another overwhelmed gasp from her. You took another lick, and your ears were greeted by a soft, yearning coo from the Pegasus. Another, a vulnerable whimper. A fourth, yet another whimper and an imploring whisper of your name, a desperate and wordless urge for you to continue, to dive deeper still.

"...As you wish." You breathed hot breath onto her flaming lips, earning an impatient, throaty groan. You then just barely nuzzled her clitoris with your inhaling nose, not hearing her voice, but the telltale sound of fluid gushing from her inner sanctum. "I hope you're ready for this..."

"Oh, h-- yes!"

You saw no reason to deny her. Never one to hold back, you plunged your muzzle into her twisting insides with reckless abandon, licking and suckling greedily at her inner walls with a wanton desire for more of her beautifully sweet essence. Cloudchaser's taste had been somewhat tangy to you, with added hints of salt from the sweat she'd worked up. Flitter on the other hoof, was nothing but the almost citrus taste of strawberry coupled with the texture of the silky skin of her untouched mound. The two were very close sisters, and yet they couldn't have possibly been any more different. You had loved Cloudchaser's exotic and unexpected flavor, but Flitter's had struck closer to what you'd always expected a mare to taste like. You had no clue which one you liked better, only that you craved more of both of them.

Flitter's loud, shaky moans brought your mind out of its dazzled wanderings, her angelic voice crying out unevenly made your member give a powerful throb, causing you to lose the grip of your ill-prepared sheath. Your phallus grew from it quickly, only to be greeted by the comparatively cold air, begging you to grant it another warm place. You debated it for only a split second before deciding it was a little too soon for that. You ignored your own need for now, choosing instead to shove your face all the deeper into her. Her marehood welcomed every aspect of your mouth so well! You could sink into it like it was made for your muzzle. It was all too perfect; you could have sat there all day, your eager tongue dancing circles around the edges of her passage and lingering at the bottom to gather all the precious juices that had built up there. The mare's vaginal muscles suckled and pulled at your tongue savagely, almost hard enough to pull your tongue away from you if you laid it there for too long. Flitter gave a high-pitched series of squeaks as you purposely thrashed your head about, humming into her besieged opening, not only providing an inordinate amount of friction and vibration, but also causing the top of your nose to brush against her winking nub. She was leaking like a faucet by this point. Looking up at her, you could tell that she almost couldn't take it. Her eyes had rolled back behind half-closed lids, her mouth was wide open in a desperate fight for air, her face was impossibly red, as was her heaving chest, and you imagined that she was close to fainting from the intensity.

"Oh sweet Luna! ...don't stop!" Her breathy, husky shadow of a voice finally hit your ears, bidding your smaller friend to give another very annoying twitch. It mattered little; you'd already decided that right now was about her, not you. You were actually sort of surprised that she was able to form any cohesive words through all the agonizing pleasure you were forcing through her. You were not dumb when it came to females, so you knew the clitoris was a mare's most sensitive point down there. You chuckled into her, tickling her into a fit of over-stimulated giggles. You pulled your muzzle from within her mound, then gave it a lick from the bridge between holes all the way up to her nub. You stayed put for a bit, gently spreading her lips with your hooves, further exposing the engorged little button.

"No... I'm sorry! I didn't mean to... sound pushy... please, you can't leave me like thiiisss!" Apparently she mistook your change of tactics for a withdrawal; this was something you addressed immediately. You silenced her panting pleads by placing your lips firmly around her exposed organ, sucking her tiny pearl into your mouth for your rough tongue to rub around and play with. Flitter's initial ecstatic yelp was loud enough to make your ears fold against your head on impulse. You blocked out the slight pain in your head from her shriek and focused on your new little toy, suckling on it and going around and around it with your tongue. It was not textured much differently than her flower, so again it was very soft to your taste buds, making it fun to tease.

Flitter's moaning, crying, panting, and sometimes even screaming never seemed to stop. Her body writhed and thrashed in place, making you work to hold your relentless mouth in place as her hips bucked wildly out of her control. Her wings flapped erratically and out of sync like a baby bird trying to take flight, and her breathing became more labored than if she were at the gym on a final run. You smiled a gratified smile as you mercilessly resumed; it was always nice when a mare was telling you just how good a job you were doing. It was then, being the scathingly courageous colt that you were, decided to take another chance, nibbling feistily on her sensitive knob. After all, it had worked on Cloudchaser and her glorious rump; therefore why should this be any different? For the umpteenth time that day, your brash gamble would come to fruition. Flitter's mouth opened in a silent scream, her breath hitching in her throat, her eyes clenching tightly shut in a bliss-stricken grimace, her back arching as high as it could go, and her wings involuntarily going rigid, turning to steel planks spread across the bed.

You smiled inwardly to yourself; you knew what those signs meant. Right before the orgasm came crashing through her, you let go of her love button and opened wide, clamping your muzzle onto her entire passage, reaching as far into her with your tongue as possible and pressing up, stretching her insides as much as the little muscle could, await the inevitable reward for all your efforts. Flitter did not disappoint; her spasming nether released a near endless flow of juices into your mouth, Flitter's taste becoming all the more powerful. Tangy and sweet both mixed together as she gushed lavishly into your waiting maw. You suckled at her hungrily, swallowing as fast as you could with each pulsing wave as her trembling lower half clenched rhythmically against you. After all was said and done, you could confidently say you were successful in not wasting the bulk of her delectable fluids.

After swallowing all but a mere fraction of your bountiful reward, you made the ridiculous mistake of inhaling as you withdrew from Flitter's spent crotch, causing you to start choking for a few seconds as what little remained on her outer mound shot to the back of your throat. It was hardly the finale you wanted, but you couldn't help but start laughing at how absurd the whole situation really was. Then again, you had just managed to make amends with a beautiful mare, go down on her, give her a debilitating orgasm, and possibly even patch things up between her and her sister, so you surmised that fate hadn't been too cruel to you.

You finished clearing your lungs of her juices, still chuckling and panting as you spoke to Flitter. "So... how was that for proof?" Flitter's only real response to your words was the insanely fast shaking of her hind legs, her focus was solely on getting her breathing back to normal. Judging by the magnitude of the orgasm you saw, you were fairly certain you'd just broken the poor little mare's mind. It was only now, when you were looking her over, that you realized just how unused to this she actually was. The poor little Pegusus had even drooled on herself a bit, and you also saw the visible remnants of a few tears that must have streaked down her burning cheeks during her glorious climax. A small fraction of you felt pretty guilty about taking her this far this fast, but over all, you knew for a fact that deep down she'd always wanted nothing but this. You kept up a self-satisfied smirk as you crawled up onto the bed, lying down beside her as you licked your muzzle clean of her. You rubbed at her soft, exposed belly with a gentle hoof as she lay on her back, her eyes still closed. "That good, huh?"

"You..." Flitter's voice could barely even be considered a whisper, causing you to lean your ear closer to her panting mouth. "...have..." You were genuinely curious as to where she was going with the fatigue-laden fragments she was mumbling out. You leaned in ever further towards her slightly-parted lips, hearing her give them a lick before continuing. "...No idea." She finished, then quicker than you thought she could do anything at the moment, grabbed you by the face and pulled your lips to her own.

After getting over the miniature jump-scare, you gladly returned the passion of Flitter's kiss. As soon as she felt you do this, she almost instantly ventured forth with her tongue, softly grazing at your closed lips, asking your own muscle to join her's in its travail. You unhesitatingly opened up to grant the mare's wish and pushed your tongue against Flitter's, earning a pleased moan into your mouth from the mare. You very quickly found that Flitter was no fighter; she just wanted to have your tongue as far into her mouth as it could go. In fact, she allowed your tongue to defeat hers in a few short seconds, letting you shove forward and do just that. Flitter's body melted against yours, wrapping every appendage she had around you to pull you closer with what meager strength she had left as you proceeded to explore every single inch inside her cozy wet muzzle. After a little while, you found it fun to tickle the roof of her mouth, mainly due to the muffled giggles she would illicit as she shrunk back a little with each brush.

However, like every other kiss, the need for air made you break it, but not before you left a memorable impression. Drawing back as you breathed in through your nose, you used your lips to draw Flitter's tongue out of her mouth and towards your own, also using the suction to aid it. You pulled her weak little muscle deep into your lips, partially breaking the kiss, but still holding her tongue in your mouth and sucking on it. Flitter was stunned by how unconventional such a move was, huffing hot breath, steamy breath that washed over your snout as you continued unabated. Her eyes were half-lidded and entranced, all but drunk on the heat of the passionate acts you were bestowing so profusely upon her. Eventually, (to her credit) Flitter managed to regain at least a portion of her senses, moaning around her stolen tongue as she slowly pulled it free with a small, sloppy pop.

"Buck... you're a good kisser." She whispered with a ragged grin, any fragment of the distraught mare you'd first seen when you entered the room having vanished without a trace.

"And you said I didn't mean it." You jested in a mock-scold manner with a quiet snigger, pushing your forehead to her's. You reciprocated every affection she was showing you, wrapping both your wings and hooves around the lithe Pegasus mare as she spoke next.

"So... you really want both of us?" She asked almost incredulously, tilting her head with a raised eyebrow as if she were still blind-sided by the whole idea. For all her semi-bewildered expressions however, you saw the first true hope in her eyes as she asked that question, and it flooded you with an impossible joy. Maybe Flitter really was willing to share you with her sister.

"You bet your sweet little flank I do." You couldn't keep the giddy grin off your muzzle as you gave the subject of your sentence another loving squeeze. Flitter sighed at your warm touch, seeming like the happiest mare in the world as again she tried to pull your body ever closer. For the second time that Flitter nuzzled you that day, you still felt that same magnificent tingle shoot through your system as the both of you simply stayed there, cuddling in the soft haze of a divine afterglow. After about a minute, the mare gasped in surprise when your forgotten member pushed most abruptly between her thighs, your face scrunching up instantly at the tantalizing sensation of her silky fur. The mare simply stared down at your stallionhood, her eyes steadily going wide, gulping quite audibly as she peered down at it, looking thoroughly intimidated. You didn't know why; you weren't really anything special down there only being a half-inch longer than the average nine-inch stallion. Flitter and Cloudchaser either must have known something you didn't, or the latter had had very modest dates in the past and told the former of it.

"I--I'm a little... raw... down there now... I'm not sure I can--" You quickly realized what she was getting at, and so you interrupted her.

"Relax, Flitter, the goal was to make you feel better; you don't have to do anything, not if you don't want to." You said as you broke the tender embrace. You gave a stretch after jumping off the bed, cringing slightly at the unpleasant feeling that shot up your bad leg. Flitter, for once, didn't seem to notice. You saw a look of mild confliction on her face for just a moment, as if weighing her options. Thank goodness for you that she decided against wanting it anyway when another aspect of the subject crept into her mind and a knowledgeable smile made its way to her lips.

"So, you're going to go tell Cloudchaser that both of us are yours now, huh?" Flitter asked with a cheeky, light-hearted mocking giggle.

"What? I do love both of you, so why shouldn't I keep both of you?"

"I just... never took you for that kind of stallion, that's all." Flitter hesitated as she said that, looking as though she weren't the most satisfied with how she worded it. Still you took it. You could tell she wasn't trying to cut you down or anything of the sort. She was merely voicing her considerable surprise.

"Hey, don't you worry one bit... you two are all I'm getting; there will not be a third." Flitter burst into laughing at the tired, dreadful, deadpanned tone of your voice. You shook your head with an apathetic smirk as you walked to the bedroom door. Opening it, you stopped to get the final word on her.

"Just come on down as soon as your legs stop shaking, Flitters." You winked a very roguish wink, and you smiled a very mischievous smile, triumphantly closing the door on a dreamy-eyed, red-faced, and dumbly-smiling Flitter.

Author's Note

Yes, there was a teensy weensy bit of drama for this part of the story, as most of you expected, but I don't think it was not enough to warrant any additions to the tags. In fact, I've been recently told that I should add the Comedy tag to the whole story. Let's see if that tag can withstand this new chapter. Please tell me if it does not.

On a side note: The third, and final chapter of this story will take quite a bit to edit. The rough-draft of it is already finished, but my editor will now be attempting to juggle both editing it and putting some of the final touches on the first chapter of his Crossover story. It will take some time both due to its size, and my editor's considerable fatigue from this chapter.

Once again, I do so enjoy constructive criticism, especially from those who know Clop-fiction better than I do, so please, if you will, feel free to point out anything you believe to be awry. Thank you.