Author's Note

Well... it's done, it's finally done... My editor and I just completed our first story, start to finish. It only took proof-reading from 4:00 pm to 5:00 am... Me and my co-writer have decided it is too "late" to go to sleep, so we are simply pulling an all-nighter at the time that this is uploaded.

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The Perfect Treat

You could get used to this.

Entering the room, your vision was a meld of both colors and fuzzy faces after your blindfold had been abruptly removed, each sister passionately locking lips with you one after the other as soon as the door to your guest bedroom had been impatiently kicked opened. You could barely tell which sister was which due to how forcefully and quickly they were taking turns, swapping you needily between them, your vision becoming nothing more than a lucid, lavender blur. You couldn't even tell who was pushing you or pulling you; "up" was "down" and "down" was "up" in your muddled, dissipated reality.

That was, of course, until you hit the bed, the gravity of the moment crashing down on it with you.

Your eyesight restored much of its former self as they both pushed you back-first onto your bed, your fizzled brain finally coming to as you looked to where you just were. There, at the foot of the bed, the two mares were lightly embracing themselves, rubbing their bodies together sensually, their sides turned toward you in a very provocative, sultry pose most assuredly for your viewing pleasure, both of them blasting you with the most bewitching sets of bedroom-eyes you'd ever seen. You could do nothing under their piercing, libidinous gazes; you couldn't even put on a dopey grin as you felt so thoroughly petrified by the Pegasus twins. The only thing you were able to miraculously do at the moment was to move your own eyes up and down to size up the two goddesses before you, gathering that each one was wearing a set of naughty bedroom wear you'd never seen before this very second.

Flitter, to start with, seemed to veer more towards the angelic approach: Her mane was meticulously brushed, her usual pink satin bow replaced by one of white lace. Her pristine, refined coat seemed to shine in the dimly-lit room, snow-white socks hugging her graceful legs all the way up to the hips and lower shoulders, softly cradling her pert flanks. Talking of which, Flitter's rump itself was encased in the same white silken bikini bottoms you'd earlier felt with your hooves, the tastefully scant garments looking as though they'd been pulled up her back as far as they would go in order to show off her cutie marks, (amongt the accomplishment of other thinly-veiled goals.) The final of the vast and stunning features you noticed of the lithe, little Pegasus, was the deep, incandescent shade of violet eye shadow and the pair of small silver earrings fashioned modestly in the shapes of hearts.

She did, indeed from tail to mane, take on a sort of beauty about which the angel ponies could sing lullabies.

Cloudchaser, on the other hoof, was at the other end of that spectrum: Black, Wonderbolt jumpsuit-style materiel gloves slithered clear up to her torso from the very tips of her hooves, crowned in fishnet at the upper seams, cleverly matching the pair of fishnet stocking adorning her back legs like a second skin. The risque, tanga-style panties that (not-so) covered her flanks were an even tighter fit of the same, shiny latex as her gloves, squeezing snugly between her toned cheeks to make them look even more full and supple, (as if she needed any help in such a department.) Cloud had undoubtedly made sure not to shy away from the dominatrix look; sporting a black pleather choker around her neck made that point quite clear enough. Cloudchaser also had her own final touch in not only redefining her natural eyeliner-like pigmentation, but also in adding her own eye shadow. The eye shadow, like the rest of her ensemble of course, being pure inky black, only seemed to increase her authentic "Mare your mother warned you about" visage.

In short, it was more than enough to give any grossly inexperienced colt a generous nosebleed.

To your commendable credit, your mouth managed to open, even though no words came out of it. You were utterly speechless at how strikingly different, yet how drop-dead gorgeous both Pegasi were as pair. Briefly closing her eyes as she gave a self-satisfied chuckle, Cloudchaser's gaze then averted suddenly to her sister who then shortly looked back at her.

"You ready?" Cloud asked her confidently, her half-lidded eyes now zeroed in on her.

"...Just like old times." She replied after a determined nod. "Let's give him a double sample."

Before you could guess their intentions, Cloudchaser closed in on her sister, Flitter already tilting her head in preparation, going as far forward as she needed. When their lips met, the collision was smooth and, to a certain extent, cautious, the contact more soft and affectionate than anything else. After a few moments of adjustment though, they were making out more passionately than you ever thought they could, their bodies squirming and gyrating with feeling and with purpose in tandem with one another, their forms in perfect harmony, the beautifully succulent noises they emitted with their glistening lips and moaning throats were like fine music to your ears.

The wetted kissing, the erotic caressing, the husky, trembling breaths, if these mares were trying to give you a sensory overload, this was overkill. You were at the point where you legitimately didn't know if this was really happening or not, for it all just seemed too impossibly good to be true. Somewhere in the very back of your numbed mind was the small click of realization, the realization that it was precisely this that Cloudchaser was referring to when she spoke of the old ways they used to tease stallions at wild parties, and that any poor sod trying to weather their sensual show never stood a chance.

After about a good minute, their lip-locking broke away, a small remnant of their torrid activity still lingering briefly on their heavily moistened lips, both of them panting mellowly, catching their breath as one smiled at the other.

"...That should do it... now he'll taste us both with every kiss." Flitter huffed softly, eliciting a nostalgic chuckle from Cloud.

"Yep, we still got it." She proclaimed triumphantly through a cocky grin. After you knew you'd witnessed the whole of their little show-off session, you let out a shocked, hopelessly overwhelmed little chuckle, finally able find your voice.

"I--I take it that was that whole 'tease the stallions at the bar' thing?" You just barely managed to force it out of your intensely trembling core, probably sounding like a snarky idiot.

"Mmhmm..." Hummed Flitter affirmatively from the lips she was then licking clean of the "remnant" that had just settled there.

"What in Equestria did I ever do to deserve you two?" You asked them incredulously, genuinely unaware of whatever Olympian, heroic deed you ever did to become good enough to garner the affection of not just one, but both.

"Your dreamy charm and sense of humor." Answered one.

"The fact that you had the guts to let me at you." Answered the other.

As they responded to you all but instantaneously, one after the other, you gave yet another little laugh, knowing that even deaf, just reading those words on some bland black-and-white page, you'd know which of them said what. It was true; you had earned Flitter's love and desire through jolly time spent in her company, and you had captured Cloudchaser's heart in an impetuous bout of vehement love-making. Trusting their sincere words, you went ahead with the improbable notion that you did indeed have the rightful key to the pleasure they were offering to you. So, with a beyond-raging erection, your conviction rejuvenated, and any potential guilt you might have thus felt about the implications of the whole situation curbed, you got the ball rolling.

"So.... which one do I get first?" You asked, pulling yourself into a sitting position against the bed's backboard, rubbing your hooves together greedily.

"Both of us." The sisters chimed together, both of them tittering at the shocked look of cracked confidence once again smearing itself all over your face.

"How am I--"

"Relax, we've got this all mapped out." Cloudchaser reassured you, crawling seductively up onto the bed to stand over you.

"Just lie back, and relax, sweetie." Flitter cooed, jumping up behind her sister to lay gracefully down on her belly like a cat, lowering her head to a poised, suggestive position between your hind legs.

"I hope your tongue isn't too sore from Flitter, 'cause it's my turn to play with it." Cloudchaser crooned, nuzzling you before directing your muzzle to face her own. Chaser's lust for a victorious tongue fight returned in full force as her greedy, lecherous lips forcefully mashed against yours, her enthusiastic pink muscle already attempting to pry your already-opening lips wider still. Cordially and inertly, you allowed the aggressive mare in, but only for a second before the sixth rematch that day of tonsil-hockey with the pushy Pegasus began.

Again, Cloud learned the hard way that you just simply overall possessed more strength, taking ground from the mare in the first few seconds of the fight after a few slippery stumbles. You figured you'd just pick up where you two had left off before Flitter came home, moving both your hooves with clear intent to rest on the plush of her cutie marks. A shuddering Cloudchaser moaned into your mouth as you dug deeply and sensually into her haunches, every now and again greeting the marks with a feisty spank, heavily reminiscent of when you had first made love to her. Cloud's tongue shook from its master's climbing arousal, allowing you to push her muscle back even further, past the entrance to her mouth.

After a few more seconds of this however, you suddenly lost a lot of territory as you felt the feeling of something warm and wet timidly brushing over your half-masted sheath. Flitter seemed to want to meet your deprived little friend, and it was very difficult to focus on trying to fight off Cloudchaser's formidable advances. Your phallus would ultimately lead to your downfall, for the pleasure Flitter brought you by dragging her eager tongue across your newly-erected member as it exited your sheath proved far too distracting for you to really focus on anything else. You grew weaker and more inconsistent from Flitter's teasing treatments, and it was something Cloud took full advantage of, pushing you completely back into your mouth. In an obvious gesture of rubbing it in, Cloudchaser then attempted to gag you, shoving her victorious taster as far down your throat as she could (Which is to say, considering the average length of a pony's tongue, quite the distance.) Her new, barbaric trick eventually coaxed a garbled cough from you before she broke the kiss with an air of haughty pride, your expression one of mild surprise as the both of you panted hot, steamy breaths into your open mouths.

A long lick from the base of your standing spear up to its flared tip reminded you well of the mare between your legs, forcing an involuntary groan from your throat. "Try not to have a heart-attack on us, okay?" Cloudchaser said, sniggering a bit as she she watched the ecstasy on your face. You could do nothing but grit your teeth and nod as Flitter suckled hungrily at the sensitive tip of your wood. "Good; we're just getting started."

You let your head fall back onto the pillow as Flitter began to take more of your phallus past her lips, plunging around three inches into her muzzle before pulling back. Her virgin mouth felt wonderful, with the vague exception of the occasional tooth brushing lightly against your flare. You could hardly blame the inexperienced mare, considering this was undoubtedly her first time doing something like this. You actually felt like commending her, as this was no frivolous feat for a mare who likely hadn't even been intimately touched by a stallion until just a few minutes ago. Your focus was then suddenly pulled from your serviced member back to Cloudchaser as she began turning around, leaving her stupendous, scantly-clad rear-end hovering a mere foot over your face, her back skillfully arched to show it off in such a way as to make it the most alluring sight in all of Equestria. As you lay there, immensely enjoying the first-rate view, you soon spied her hoof reaching back to the base of her tail, pulling a partially concealed zipper downward on the skimpy latex panties, her moist flower temptingly bursting forth from the oppressive confines of the skin-tight fabric with a relieved, limpid wink.

Without a second's hesitation, Cloudchaser spread her legs wider apart, lewdly pulling the split sides of the underwear apart as well. "...Hope you're thirsty, baby." She panted out in a voice that would give lust a bad name, not giving you much time to respond at all before lowering her dripping nether lips onto your stunned muzzle. Cloud moaned in a labored sigh at the touch of your mouth to her crotch, the same familiar, ever-so-desired taste of salted grapefruit hitting your taste buds as you wasted no time in dancing them all over her.

A loud, muffled groan escaped you directly into Cloud's marehood, its vibrations tremoring through her pelvis as you found the task of ignoring your aching member to be nearly impossible. Flitter's teasings seemed to bare no end, her ministrations no apex. Her muzzle would force down your phallus so far, but then desist before it reached anywhere near the base. Her speed reached its rhythm at a semi-respectable pace, but it was not quite fast enough to drive you to the cusp of your pleasure. After a few more moments of this blissful agony, you quickly gathered that the distracted pattern you had of just making half-hearted circles around Cloudchaser's outer labia was tormenting her as much as Flitter was tormenting you; that was, if Cloud's frustratedly aroused moans were anything to go by. You tried once more to redouble both your efforts and your focus on that tantalizingly tangy, grapefruit-flavored love tunnel on top of you. Taking a deep breath, you pushed your muzzle deeper into Cloud's depths, performing increasingly erratic twirls and twists against her inner walls with your long, quivering muscle. Cloud let loose a long moan of relief as she clutched her involuntarily flexing lower belly, at long last feeling what she'd been expecting from you all along.

As much as you desperately wanted to keep on discovering new maneuvers to impel within her, you simply could not concentrate on the needy Pegasus resting atop your muzzle quite long enough. A vexing lick here, a mellow suckle there, a struggled inch down her throat, try as she might, Flitter simply couldn't lead you to release at the speed she was going, and it was beginning to annoy both of you. Flitter steadily became more jerky with her movements, her tongue growing more erratic, and her gagging becoming more frequent over time. Alas, try as the poor mare might, she simply couldn't get to your base without sounding like she was choking to death. As Flitter continued to fumble about with new tactics in the next minute in order to please you, you both found that there was scarcely any method more effective than the last.

You gave a resigned, humming sigh into Cloud's tunnel, retracting your tongue and muzzle from it to pull her clitoris into your mouth, intent on at least finishing her off. Unlike Flitter, Cloud didn't really reach her peak as soon as you began to suckle on the extremely sensitive nub. The rapturous cries were nice to hear, but it took a full minute and a half of you doing nothing but humming vibrations, abusing her button, and occasionally lifting a hoof to rub at her folds for her to finally reach climax. When it finally arrived, just as you had done with Flitter, you opened your mouth, your lips pursing densely as you cupped securely over her spasming, releasing flower, suckling at her urethra as hard as you could, your snout still thrashing side-to-side in small, meaningful movements to keep friction on the nub. Cloudchaser's tongue-lolling orgasm was, despite its obvious intensity, noticeably lesser when it came to the amount of its culmination than Flitter's was, but you merely chalked that up to Flitter being a bit less used to sexual stimulation. As Cloudchaser noisily released a slightly smaller dose of her precious honey, you found it considerably easier to consume it all, and it was just as robustly tangy and delectable as you'd remembered from the laden hoof she'd earlier shoved into your unsuspecting maw that morning.

Cloudchaser gave a sensitive, high-pitched whimper as you roughly freed her opening of your sealed lips with a loud, wet smack, the satisfied mare huffing and panting whilst her trembling back legs were barely able to keep her lower body from collapsing back down onto your face. A soft, contented groan came from the mare before she eventually stepped away to fall onto her side next to you, momentarily tuckered out.

"F... Flitter... you... doing alright?" Cloudchaser tried to speak, still slowly catching her breath as she nuzzled her matted body up next to you closely. It's a fairly good thing her eyes were closed, for that spared her of the frustrated death glare her sister shot in her direction, not even giving the time or day to remove your shaft from her mouth to grace her oblivious question with an answer.

"You're doing great, Flitters." You quickly reassured her, knowing her mired predicament as you wrapped a distracted wing around Chaser. The two of you cuddled for a few short seconds while Flitter continued to bob lightly up and down your wood to little avail, your member throbbing wantonly in the silky confines of her muzzle, begging desperately to be simulated just a hair more.

"Try pushing it into your throat and holding it there, Sis." Cloud said, sincerely trying to aid her little sister in performing her very first oral service. Flitter gave her sister a wide-eyed look, as if asking if she was serious. "Come on, you can do it. It'll get him off in seconds with how tight your throat is."

Flitter swallowed loudly and took another long look at the saliva-slicked phallus now growing a tad colder in the bedroom's cooler air, then, rousing her courage and giving you one last look of confidence, she placed her mouth around the flare and aggressively shoved her muzzle down into your fur-tufted crotch, her chin successfully touching your balls. Instantly you felt Flitter's gullet twist and convulse violently around you, attempting to push you back out, but Flitter held herself at your base, her front hooves wrapping themselves underneath you, clinging tightly to your rump to hold herself down. Tears trickled down the mare's cheeks as she gagged nearly non-stop around the sizable intruder in her throat. The tingles you felt there were amazing, the pressure unrivaled. You heard yourself moan louder than you'd expected you would as she fidgeted around you, moving your member deep within her by trivial inches here and there. At that moment, her gagging and convulsing were the last spikes in pleasure you required. You were on a crash-course with a much desired release, and there was no stopping you now. Without any more ado, you subconsciously grabbed hold of her head, your hooves finding no trouble in acting by themselves, and viciously bucked upward into her muzzle as your tip flared with pure stimulation, locking itself indelibly in her throat. Flitter's eyes turned the size of dinner plates, for she knew right then that it was impossible to remove your spear from her esophagus without hurting herself.

You almost felt bad for doing what you just did, a small feeling of guilt birthing in the back of your murky, muddled mind, but before you could think of anything else, before this would-be pang of guilt became large enough to come into your focus, like a flash you recalled Flitter's diary for a second time. You began to remember reading all about the various kinds of rough, almost BDSM-like things she wished you would do to her, how she dreamt desperately that you would just take her and do whatever you wanted with her, how she wanted you to use her, and suddenly, you didn't feel so bad anymore. In fact, you felt as though you were more pleasing her than her pleasing you at that moment, for what you were doing to her right then seemed to fit her lucid descriptions like one of Cloud's latex gloves. So without any further inhibition, you resumed your semi-rough treatment, allowing a grunt or two as you slammed yourself into her mouth over and over again, hilting each and every time, your climax upon you.

Cloudchaser watched with baited breath, touching herself quite vigorously to the scene playing out before her, joining in the chorus of squelching gags and stallionly grunts with soft vocalizations of her own. Your knee fired another jolt of pain as you bucked upward for one of the final times, but it was so insignificant that it took almost no effort to screen it out completely. Your body was far too engulfed in the bliss of sweet release for you to even notice it. Flitter's eyes rolled back in her head as your member expanded, cutting off much of the air from her lungs. You hit your release with a primal growl through harshly clinched teeth, your nethers convulsing rhythmically, your seed shooting straight from your body into her stomach. Both the event of Flitter catching you and Cloud in the heat of flagrante delicto, and the painful denial you'd put yourself through earlier as you ate Flitter out leaving you mercilessly blue-balled, the orgasm was one of the most powerful you'd ever experienced in your life, especially since the pain in your leg offered virtually no annoyance to you. You were quite sure she'd feel full after this one.

After you were finally done, your back collapsed limply onto the bed from the sharp arch you didn't know it'd made. Your hooves finally releasing the mare as they slid off the back of her head, you reveled dearly in your orgasm's wake for but a few more seconds as she still clung to you lovingly, the fed mare sighing dreamily through her nose as your member was still buried in her gullet slowly going soft.

It would never really get that chance though, as much of your shaft's former stature was anomalously revived by the feeling of Flitter tentatively pulling off of you, slowly and carefully dragging the flared head along the sides of her fairly impacted throat. Flitter took in a deep, gasping breath as soon as you popped free of her lips, only to exhale it in the form of a coughing fit. She flopped onto your barrel, pinning your half-hard wood between your fur and her own as she continued to hack. "How did I *cough* how did I do?" She managed to ask, the tears just then starting to cease their continual fall from her eyes as she returned briefly to her coughing fit afterward.

"Oh, you did great, Sis." Cloudchaser moaned out, marveling at just how pleasurable the whole scene was, especially with the help of her still-busy hoof.

"...You did perfectly." You said with a smile, gently hoisting Flitter up onto your chest. She gave out one more wheezy cough before nuzzling into you neck, sighing again in slightly exhausted relief.

"So, how did that feel, Flit?" Cloudchaser asked in the manner of a mischievous, gossiping minx, an anxious, devious grin unable to keep itself from her muzzle. "How'd he taste?"

Your hearing coming back into full focus, it returned just in time for you to grimace at Cloud's wording, your face turning more crimson than when you were in the act itself.

"It... it kinda hurt." Flitter spoke, barely above a whisper as her cheeks burned to match yours. "And... my stomach feels... kinda bloated." She said, rubbing her barrel and casting her eyes down to your chest fur, failing to suppress an almost fangirl-like giggle. "I didn't really get to taste much of it, but the little I did... wasn't how I expected."

"Was it salty, bitter, or sweet?" Cloud asked as you noticed her tail wagging a little like Applejack's dog; she was clearly having way too much fun with this.

"Do we really need to discuss this now... or ever?" You tried to butt in, only for Cloud to shove a distracted right hoof into your mouth, the same hoof she'd been touching herself with. Upon discovering this, you didn't bother removing it until you'd cleansed it of all her sweet, familiar essence, just as you had the first time. Cloud truly must have been dead set on hearing her sister's gossipy tidbits, for she didn't even notice the whole time you were doing it.

"Well, it was all pretty subtle.... It was really... sweet actually, but only with... like a tinge of tart in there somewhere." Flitter sported a shy, yet excited smile as she continued to whisper her sentences, no doubt trying to give her throat a rest.

"Hmm... must have been all those strawberry/banana protein shakes I drank last week." You thought to yourself as Chaser withdrew her shiny hoof from between your teeth.

"Buck me..." Cloudchaser groaned as she continued subconsciously fiddling with herself, only growing more aroused by Flitter's description. Flitter reached back with a soft, well-groomed, caressing hoof to rub at your nethers, slowly and surely getting you back up and ready for what you guessed would be another go. You didn't mind. In fact, prior to that day, you hadn't had anything to relieve yourself but your own hoof for a very long time; you were more than willing to engage in a couple more steamy jaunts with the girls.

"Well, I'm ready for Round Two, how 'bout you guys?" Cloud asked you two with a giddy grin, your member twitching visibly in Flitter's hoof, standing at full mast, giving her a very clear answer.

"Let's give Flitter a break, shall we? She is a little new to this." You suggested, reaching around and cuddling the small mare on your chest all the closer to you, the mare in your arms gladly returning the affection, rubbing her face into your neck like a cat. You knew what sex for the first time felt like, for after all, you'd been a virgin once too. In fact, you'd been a virgin when you first moved to Ponyville. Unfortunately for you, being a virgin and all, you never even stood a chance up against somepony like Cloud Kicker's advances. That would've been fine, of course, if you didn't find out days later from the weather team that she's made a professional hobby out of sleeping with new ponies for a long time running. In short, you knew the indescribable rush one could experience to be sudden, overwhelming, and overall draining. Though, you would probably never know exactly what Flitter was feeling like after something like that. Almost immediately after you'd made your lenient suggestion, the mare in question brought her head up off your chest, her eyes springing back open.

"I don't need a break." Flitter piped up quickly as she moved your hoof to touch her lower lips, her voice still just a bit hoarse from before. When your hoof returned to your line of sight absolutely soaked in Flitter's dripping fluid, you had no doubt in your mind that having your phallus culminate profusely deep down her muzzle turned her on more than anything else in the world, especially with the way you'd treated her mouth like a toy. "Time for you to break me in, my stallion..." She whispered to you, goadingly rubbing her body against yours. "...time for you to claim me."

"Aww! No fair! You just had your turn with his dick!" Cloudchaser whined, giving your spear emphatic tap with her hoof, the sudden stimulation earning a meager wince from you.

"We talked about this in the closet: You got his... penis, this morning, so I get it twice now." Flitter huffed, rubbing her neck as she spoke. "You can have him all to yourself after this."

"Oh, fine..." Cloud grumbled dejectedly, lowering her head to the level of her now-tensed shoulders. "...but good luck losing your V-card to this thing, you're gonna need it." She said with ruthless grin as she gestured to your stallionhood, prompting her sister to gulp loudly. "He actually surprised me the first time."

You honestly had no idea why they were choosing to make such a big deal out of this; you knew you were not much larger than any other stallion by any means. You were becoming fairly certain that Cloud had had rather unlucky samplings of that aspect in the past, and to be frank, considering that she was right here in front of you, single and yearning to rut you senseless to-boot, you figured she'd most likely had pitiful samplings in every aspect of a stallion.

"I... I fit him in m-my mouth; how hard could it be?" Flitter asked with a hastily mustered determination, the subconscious chewing of her lower lip denoting undeniable nervousness, already answering the question she'd just asked in her reeling mind.

"Oh, relax." Cloudchaser finally said, as if helping her sister to zone back into reality as she hopped off the bed to saunter over to the cloud chair in one of the corners of the room. Pulling herself up onto the seat to assume quite the risque pose, her hind legs splayed out revealing her crotch for all to see, she squirmed just momentarily to adjust her stiffened wings. "First times aren't as painful as they say; most of 'em are just pansies who like to over-dramatize everything for a good story."

You glared at her, knowing full well she was lying. Still, despite your inference, you kept your mouth shut, not wanting to scare Flitter into not doing this at all. As if to add to any feelings of guilt you knew you were about to feel, the vengeful succubus sitting over in the cloud chair acted like she was rubbing her nose, only to wink slyly at you with a smirk through her seemingly innocent gesture a moment later.

"O-okay... not as painful... right." Flitter mumbled to herself, looking far too consumed with her own thoughts before turning to look at you, ruffling her wings in an awkward manner to match her expression. "So, um..." She paused to briefly look over at Cloudchaser, blushing furiously before leaning toward you so her muzzle was next to your ear, her next words only for you. "Can... can w-we do it in the um... missionary position?" She asked, slowly backing away from your ear, the nervous-yet-hopeful grin on her face still present.

"Buck..." You mumbled quietly under your breath. You knew that something like that was coming. Your leg had been fine so far, but would it hold up while you took the lead? That was the question, but you knew it didn't matter if it could or not; you simply had to do it. You had to do this for her. You knew the excitement and anxiety she was feeling, and you were not about to say no to her when she had just asked it of you so sweetly, especially with how disappointing your first time had turned out to be.

Suffice to say, Flitter deserved this, and you planned on giving it to her, no matter the cost.

You grit your teeth, steeling yourself for what you determinedly were about to do, when suddenly something occurred to you, something you hadn't considered implicating before, something that would definitely help you to do this. A week after the day of your injury, Nurse Redheart had sent you home from the hospital with a removable cast for your ligament, an adjustable one that could be pulled off and put back on at the whim of its wearer. Remembering this, You gave a hopeful smirk; you knew that cast could at least keep you from re-tearing the ligament, and possibly make it a little less painful for you to be on top.

At least, that was your theory. "Sure thing, Flitter."

"Really?!" Flitter's eyes lit up at your acceptance, her wings giving a flap in excitement as she released the breath she'd held in.

"Yep, I'll do it, but... I think we'll need to go break out that cast Redheart gave me."

"Oohh, okay, just gimme a second." Flitter said as she spun around and hopped off the bed, a bubbly simper glued to her muzzle. Much to your elation, her voice had returned to normal; you could hardly wait for what was to happen next. You wanted her to be able to be as vocal as she wanted to during this, and you wanted to listen to every second of it.

With a joyous bounce, Flitter bounded off the bed and skidded to a halt at the closet door. The cast had been left in your guest bedroom in case you ever needed it, though you hadn't really worn it nearly in a week. Your leg had looked to be convalescing quiet well, but you knew your recent love-making with Cloudchaser had been less than invaluable to your recovery period. Still, like any other stallion would, if you had the chance to turn back the hands of time and do something differently, you'd have told that chance to go buck itself.

"Why didn't I think to get that?" Cloudchaser asked herself with a small frown. "I didn't hurt you during our roll in the hay this morning, did I?"

You gulped loudly. "N-no, not at all; it was just that one time." You answered calmly like you were trying to think back on it, using the tip of your wing to brush the sweat from your forehead in a disguising gesture.

"Good, Celestia, that would've been awful." She muttered, chuckling to herself, blissfully ignorant in her relief. You'd once heard a saying that some ponies deserved better than the truth on occasion; you now understood why you had heard it.

"So... how long are you two planning on ganging up on me?" You asked her, genuinely curious as to what these mares had in store for you in your attempt to change the subject.

"Well, after you pop Flitter's cherry, I have one more thing I wanna do with you." She hummed with a pair of half-lidded eyes, holding a sultry smile on her muzzle. She was almost bewitching as she stared at you, her predatory gaze making you feel like you were her lunch. Your heart didn't know whether to stop out of inconfidence or fear of the unknown, or to beat faster from tortuous anticipation.

"Oh... okay, I'm probably not gonna get an answer, but what did you have in—"

"Found it!" Flitter rang out as she jumped from the closet, holding a large, white, shell of a pony's hind leg up in her wing triumphantly. "It was in the laundry basket."

Mentally face-hoofing yourself, you remembered placing it there at the bottom of the laundry hamper to hide it from Flitter, who had been insisting you wear it anytime you could. You knew the sisters had only one laundry basket around the house and that it ended up transported here and there randomly, almost always in possession of whomever had last used it, therefore, you knew if you hid it there under the all the snow-dampened jackets and stained, sweaty jerseys that the season had brought with it, it stood a better chance of being buried and forgotten than anywhere else. Why go through all this effort to hide it? The answer was simple. You hated it. You hated everything about it. It was itchy, rough, bulky, and it never failed to chafe miserably against your upper thigh when worn. You had despised it the moment Doctor Stable had put it on you, and you still glared at it with disdain now as you removed your hoof from your forehead.

"...And why were you looking for it in the laundry hamper?" You pressed, actually wanting to know the reasoning behind the decision.

"Because Cloudchaser saw you throw it there." Flitter responded, deciding to come clean with an admonishing glare of her own directed toward you. "She told me, but also made me swear not to say anything to you."

"You're welcome." Cloud chimed with self-satisfied grin.

"Why would you hide it in there?" Flitter asked with a bit of distaste, sniffing the cast briefly before pulling her head away from it rather abruptly. "It smells like Cloud after Hoofball now..." Flitter said with grimace on her face, very quick to place it on the bed in front of you before wiping off the wing she'd been holding it with on the lower part of the bedsheet.

"Oh, Hey! You act like you smell like roses after a game, Miss Primpy!" Cloudchaser accused indignantly. You ignored the two of them as you quietly set about the ever-so-delicate process of getting off the bed to stand up straight, consequently earning a small cramp from your knee due it locking up from its old position. Flitter was right, it did sort of have the same scent as Cloudchaser did that morning. Obviously though, you didn't mind, as it was the least of your problems.

Getting it on by yourself (aka: without the aid of one of the bickering girls) was at the top of your list of worries at the moment.

Whilst the girls persisted in throwing demeaning shots back and forth at one another loosely along the lines of which smelled worse after a Hoofball game, you were unceremoniously left to the task of maneuvering the cast onto your leg. The cast was made to open up at its back, and to be snapped snugly back together by three metal clasps. It was rather unique in design, having been molded to fit your leg, and it was tight enough not to slip off once locked in place. However, every time it had been on you before, another pony always had to put it on for you. Never once had you even tried to don it alone.

You tried lying back on the bed to pull it on like the leg of a pair of pants, but it was built to hug your leg tightly once it was on; it was impossible to slip into it without opening it first. Casting that method aside, you sat up on your haunches, undoing the three clasps and pulling the cast apart. You tried to place one half under your leg and the other over it. You managed to reach around and fasten the two locks nearest to the top, but your forehooves were simply not long enough to reach the lock on the bottom of the cast. No matter how hard you tried, you just couldn't bend your leg to give yourself a good enough angle to secure the last clamp.

It was during your unproductive flailings with the infernal thing that you accidentally bashed your leg into the nearby nightstand, intaking a loud hiss of air through your gnashing teeth at the horrid shock shooting up your now-encased knee. The one upside to the comically pained grunt that escaped your throat, was that it caused the distracted mares to finally take notice of you.

"Oh, you dummy!" Cloudchaser chuckled, trotting over to you.

"Oh! Why didn't you say you needed help?" Flitter asked, that same worry you were so used to in her voice.

"I didn't think this cast was impossible to get on by yourself!" You growled as you clenched your jaw shut as hard as you could, the pain in your leg taking its sweet time in subsiding. Cloudchaser got to you and was able to connect the final clasp with a small click before helping you to sit back up at the bed's edge.

"Alright, now hurry it up, you two." Cloud spoke as she sauntered back to her cloud seat, assuming the exact same position she'd been in before, her hoof at the ready. "I want more than just a show before we call it a day."

You looked to Flitter as you stood back up, gently directing her with a wing over to the bed. She stopped briefly at the foot of it, nervously hesitating as she took in a deep, calming breath. Exhaling, she leaped up onto the cushy mattress like a kitten. Right as she did this, you caught a small glance of her nether folds, glimpsing that they were not only dripping in her liquid excitement, but also slightly inflamed like a mare's in estrus would be. You licked your dry lips at the tantalizing sight, vividly recalling the exquisite taste of the beautiful mare. Once on the bed, she was slower in her movements, as if trying desperately to delay what was to inevitably happen for as long as she could in her nervous state.

Taking a little longer than she should have, Flitter ultimately reached the pillows to flop onto her back, her head nestling comfortably into them. For a small moment, as she looked up at the ceiling from where she lay, you saw her almost smile, as if things weren't going to be so bad, but as she saw you climb up onto the bed yourself, the poor mare froze, unable to allow the smile onto her face or to keep the trembling from her hooves as they joined her wings and tail in instinctively blocking her most private parts. Her face looked crimson as a fresh beet as she merely stared shyly back at you, as if timidly asking with her eyes when (or if) you were ready for her to open up for you.

You did not speak, nor urge her to reveal herself in any way. Your only action was to softly remove her defensive hooves and wings yourself, earning a small whimper from the lithe Pegasus over whom you stood as you kept your eyes locked. Flitter's face displayed many emotions as you softly spread her wings across the mattress: Fear, confliction, excitement, even a faint glimmer of skittish happiness at your carefully prying hooves. Though, to your displeasure, it was helplessness that was the emotion most clear upon her features.

"Relax, Flitter... It's alright; I'll be careful." You reassured her, giving the mare your very best comforting smile. Your words didn't do that much other than to weaken the grip her crossed back legs had on each other, but that was all they needed to accomplish. Once you had positioned her in a perfect spread-eagle on the bed, you took a small half-step back to admire the mare's youthful beauty. Her nervous lip-biting, her shimmering, soulful, pleading eyes, and her burning red cheeks added a level of adorability the likes of which could only be achieved by a mare with a bow atop her head. As you looked her over reverently, Her wings twitched unsteadily, allowing you to see every muscle in them as they tensed and flapped. Her chest rose and fell in uneven patterns, sweat rapidly beginning to manifest through her fur. Your eyes wandered wistfully downward to her marehood, which was still just as aroused as before. "Maybe, in some weird way, she actually likes feeling like this..." you thought as you continued to stare. Looking down at her small treasure, you were reminded that this would be the first (and probably only) mare you would deflower in your lifetime. She was about to surrender her ultimate gift to you, and it would be a disreputable lie to say that you weren't honored. What little there was of Flitter's confidence must have waned completely when you'd stopped looking into her eyes, for not long after, you were pulled from your reverie when she bashfully hid her glowing red face behind her hooves.

"Try n-not to stare for t-too long..." Flitter forced the words from her mouth, the poor flustered thing squirming and writhing uncomfortably under your seemingly intense gaze. Feeling a bit sheepish yourself, you were just starting to close in on her when Cloudchaser furthered her sister's request.

"Yeah, quit ogling and get the show started." Cloud groaned out, her hoof having already busied itself in playing with her private parts. A soft, bassy moan escaping her lips as she touched herself.

She and her sister were more different than night and day; this could not be denied, and if you were ever sure of anything, it was that there would never be a single dull moment with them as your lovers.

"Alright, alright..." You mumbled through an embarrassed light-hearted grin. You lowered yourself into a crouching position over Flitter, lining your face up with hers. Desperate to calm herself, the little mare tried delicately taking deep breaths as you settled down on her, but for her efforts, her heart still kept racing unbearably. You could feel it with your chest now against hers, not only beating like a rabbit's, but pounding like a hammer against a thin wall. You felt it so clearly as you looked down into her eyes again, the daintily warm gusts of air from her increasingly labored breathing alighting erratically upon your chin. Making sure your weight was distributed evenly over her, you dipped your head ever-slowly downward to rub her nose to yours, giving a flippant chuckle at how wide and anxious her glazed eyes had become before you blithely brought your lips to hers.

At first, you did nothing but kiss her tenderly, taking it slower than the last time, savoring and sharing in the moment, allowing her to become comfortable with just the warm touch of another pony, the bare and exhilarating presence of a looming lover. Flitter moaned quietly through her nose as she willingly surrendered herself to the purity of the kiss. Just before you thought about escalating things with the use of your tongue, you felt her beat you to it, her eager, wriggling muscle knocking on your parting lips. You opened up to her, greeting her in full. Flitter had not even attempted holding her breath as the two of you continued, most likely instantly perishing the very thought of such as she huffed brazenly through her nostrils, occasionally making great use of the small, fleeting gaps appearing in between your muzzles every now and again as you passionately mashed them together in tandem. It was a strange, dizzying, and yet invigorating sensation, considering you had never before been with a mare who breathed so heavily in making out before. So intoxicating, almost suffocating, this was just another instance in the multitude of that day where you didn't at all mind your breath being taken away.

"Mmm... now we're talkin'..." Cloudchaser's husky, pleasure-laden voice interrupted any lack of thought you had, steadily shattering the melting feeling of a stark, two-pony romance. You felt Flitter shrink away a bit under your form, transparently telling you she had completely forgotten that her sister was even in the room. The saucy audience was very unwanted by the mare underneath you, bidding her anxiety to return to her.

Gently and grudgingly, you broke the kiss, making sure to give her tongue one final flick with your own before withdrawing to catch your breath, that ever-so-classic, wet connection still lingering ephemerally between you, leaving her shuddering from the raw sensation. Though you'd stopped kissing her, you could still relish the feeling of every inch of her quaking, shivering body against every inch of yours, making your shaft throb in anticipation for what was to come.

"...You ready?" You kindly asked her, nuzzling her cheek. Flitter didn't answer back, instead placing all her flighty attention into returning your nuzzle at the moment. She even decided to get a little bold, granting your cheek a few dry licks from her softly panting mouth.

When Flitter wanted to answer, when you lifted your head to ask her again not with your voice, but with your eyes, all you received in response was quiet and inconfident stammering. She was trying to convey all the words she wanted to say at once, and she just couldn't seem to start the right sentence.

"Come on; I'm all for the whole romantic suspense thing, but buck's sake, just rut her already..." Came the groaning Cloudchaser, sounding all the more needy and devoid of patience. Flitter stopped her word fumbling to give her sister a harsh glare before turning back to you and nodding.

"Okay, here we go." You said, your phallus giving a disruptive throb of impatience. You lined the little pervert between your legs up with her entrance, just grazing the tip against her burning folds. You heard Flitter's small gasp at the touch of your erection's head, grasping her fetlocks around your shoulders, doing her best to prepare for the plunge as she clung to you for dear life.

You kissed her cheek lightly, resting your head atop her left shoulder as you made sure to push yourself forward very slowly. You squeezed about two inches into her before halting momentarily to give her a break, basking in the comparatively paltry sample of her unsullied virgin passage. She was unbelievably constrictive, and you could just tell from the moment you felt in her that she had almost no control over the her already-twitching muscles. Some were trying to coax more of you into her, whilst others were defiantly and fearfully trying to keep you out, some even trying to accomplish both. It took more effort than you thought you would've required to keep yourself driving deeper into her writhing walls as you involuntarily let forth a gasp of you own at how prematurely and unexpected the pleasure her flesh was bringing unto you truly was.

The Pegasus under you understandably reacted a trifle differently to the mutual feelings than you did. Flitter's breath hitching repeatedly and stubbornly in her battered throat, it was a nigh impossibility to calm herself in any way as her hooves kneaded wantonly into the muscles of your back, her back legs raising up to wrap themselves desperately around your lower half as well. It was the typical reaction you supposed, at least based on what you'd heard of the subject (The details in Thunderlane's competitively haughty descriptions of his rolls in the hay with his marefriend, Blossomforth, had always secretly thrilled and enthralled you, even though you had always made sure to voice your feigned disgust for the sake of stallionly pride.) You waited almost a half-minute before deciding it was safe to continue on, amusing yourself to your heart's content, nibbling her roguishly in various places, rubbing every inch of her body your hooves could find, luxuriating leisurely in the sounds of her shocked, shuddering gasps. You had only managed another inch before your member was abruptly stopped by something.

Flitter let out a high-pitched squeak at the contact of your flare with what you knew had to be her hymen. You had no idea how in the world it had survived your brashly probing tongue earlier, but it still stood firm, right in the middle of your path. Snapping yourself from your realization, you finally brought your head up to face her, the mare of attention giving out a small, pained whimper before she was even able to speak. "Hold on... h-hold on."

You quickly heeded her breathy request, resting your chest carefully on hers. Taking all into account, you were happy with how well this had been going so far, considering your leg hadn't caused you any trouble, and that Flitter had not wanted to call it quits. You tilted your head to the side of her face, giving it a few, loving pecks as she squeezed reflexively around your phallus. You could tell by her movements that she was trying to get herself used to the large invader, and that she was finding it a rather difficult task. "Just tell me when you're ready to go. There's no need to rush this." You whispered to her, a benign tone automatically present.

"Jus--just a sec..." She wheezed out, going limp under you in a feeble attempt to calm herself, probably kicking herself for taking this long. Your hooves once again placated their yearning in traversing her sleek sides up and down, running slowly along her meticulously groomed fur, feeling her tender flesh and perky muscles thereunder. Flitter hummed in contentment at your impromptu barrel-massage, relaxation finally something attainable to her. Flitter's velvety glove then began to wake up to the pleasure of both the act and the thought of you inside her, the stimulus instigation tenaciously causing it to abandon the slightest notion of pushing you out. All muscles inside her gave a unified spasm, trying to pull you past the thin wall of sensitive flesh blocking your shaft from going further, causing her to start bucking softly up into you during your ministrations. To you, It was a sign that she was beginning to enjoy herself, and it brought smile to your face.

"Come on, Sis, you can do it; it only hurts for a second." Cloudchaser interjected in a soft tone, only partially obscured by the gasp her busy hoof had earned, basically stunting all selflessness in her sentiment. Though, in spite of it, even with her sister rubbing herself off shamelessly to your imminent intercourse, Flitter found encouragement in her overly-horny sister's words. This was it, her moment of truth; you could see it in her sparkling eyes. You two were about to consummate your love in the ultimate way for the very first time, and there was no stopping her now.

"Alright... go." She spoke determinedly after a gathering pause, her strength returning to her four shaking hooves as they reaffirmed their grip around you. She splayed her wings out across the bed, seeking to relieve them of their stubborn stiffness.

"Okay, fast and hard, or slow and steady?" You asked, readying your hips to begin, your position poised to do whatever deed she wished.

"Uh... fast and stop?" Flitter asked almost timidly, earning a snigger from you.

"Sure thing, Flitter." You assured her through your smile, kissing her forehead, preparing to buck forward, but stopped right before you gave your thrust. You knew she was going to scream, and you didn't really want to frighten any of the neighbors (the sisters did, after all, live in a town house near the village square.) "Why not give her something to do with her mouth while I do this?" You thought. You saw no reason not to, so with a plan in your head, you turned Flitter's muzzle to lock with your own. You pried her mouth open with your lips, making sure to tilt your head so that there were no gaps for her to scream through.

"Mmm-mm! Mmm--mm!" You quickly disconnected with her to find out why she was so insistent that you stop. "Don't! Don't do that; I'll bite you!" It was true you hadn't thought of that before. Coming to think of it, you hadn't really thought it through at all. "I know what you're getting at, but don't worry; I won't scream." There was some slight doubt rising in you about what she said. "I can do this; I'll just grit my teeth. You can trust me." There was definite doubt in you to be sure, but she was sporting her first confident smile since you two began; you'd be willing to set anything aside for her at this key moment. Besides, the lady had insisted, and you were just going to have to trust her.

"Alright..." You said, returning her smile as you lowered yourself, the both of you embracing with your heads over each other's shoulders. "Here goes nothin'..." You muttered, earning a tighter grip from her.

Not wasting anymore time, you quickly thrust forward into her as hard as you could. Whatever before you instantly broken, you felt all nine inches of your stallionhood become enveloped tightly within her in that single thrust. Heat, moisture, and blissfully soft skin was all that greeted your member and more as a handsome prize for your strong buck. However, there was trouble in paradise; your knee had shot a hot flare of sore, spiteful pain up your spine immediately proceeding your actions. It seemed that the cast was only made to prevent you from re-injuring yourself in total, not to cushion you from all forms of wear-and-tear. Despite the immense unignorably pleasurable feelings which had engulfed just then, you already knew right then that this was going to be the most agonizing sex you'd ever have in your life.

You were not alone in any misery, though. Flitter's response was precipitate. The edges of her hooves digging painfully into your back, Her back legs reensnared your lower half like coils in a defensive reflex. Her back arched at a ridiculous angle, pushing her chest into yours. You heard the possible makings of an agonized wail start travelling up her throat, luckily only escaping as a extremely strained whimper through her clenched teeth. Her wings flapped as briskly as they could without any purpose, smacking themselves harshly against both your sides and the comforter of the bed. Like a firefighter trying to douse a rampant inferno, your hooves quickly grasped the bases of her wings and pushed them back down into the mattress, holding them there to keep her from injuring or bruising them.

You distinctly heard Cloudchaser suck air through her clenched teeth, obviously knowing what her sister was going through right then. You held Flitter down and nuzzled her softly, keeping your eyes closed, feeling terrible despite your action's obvious necessity. Flitter continued to squirm under you, releasing a few more anguished moans and frail cries into your ear before the heaving of her chest finally slowed to a more manageable speed, the rigid muscles in her body slowly and surely unwinding. With bated breath, you cautiously raised up to look at her, opening your eyes for the first time since you had officially taken the mare beneath you.

Flitter still had her eyes clamped shut, a meager tear or two just beginning to fall from the outside corners of her eyes as she took in deep, mollifying breaths. Though her face still looked a bit strained, you could tell she was already starting to recover. Her front hooves still hooked securely around your shoulders, she finally opened her eyes, giving you a weak yet relieved smile as she peered into yours. "T-that... wasn't so bad... You c--you can l-let go of my wings now." She panted out, trying to give her wings a small, oppressed flap.

Realizing you were probably doing little more than hurting her at this point, you unhoofed her wings and once more began rubbing the sides of her barrel, earning a soothed sigh as she stretched her tensed body. You couldn't find words, for there was no way to describe it. You felt absolutely horrible for hurting her as much as you just did, even though you knew it couldn't have been helped.

"...Why the long face?" Flitter asked with a voice both soft and quiet as a butterfly's flittering wings.

You merely shook your head irrationally in response, still finding your throat unable to produce words. It was then that she leaned upward, gracing your lips with several heartfelt pecks before whispering. "It's okay; I want this. I've wanted this from the very first moment I saw you."

With just a bit of effort, you managed to return her delicate smile, feeling just a wee bit better about the whole thing.

"Well... what are you waiting for?" She asked, conjuring a most voluptuous grin. She pulled your face down to her level, making sure her mouth was right next to your ear. "Rut me 'till I can't walk straight."

Your eyes bugged, unable to fathom how her demeanor could change so rapidly, not really knowing if you'd even heard her correctly. "W-wha?"

Flitter didn't wait for you to process what she'd said. Utilizing both her back legs and her wings, she was able push your back a few inches from her, and then, wrapping around with them again, slam you back down into her. Your grunt and Flitter's moan were in perfect sync with one and another.

Even though her sister had made up for it with the skilled, experienced control of her vaginal muscles, Flitter was much tighter than her all around. Flitter seemed to lack any and all control over herself, as she couldn't seem to make up her mind at times whether she wanted to pull you or push you. Any lack of sexual experience on Flitter's part was hopelessly lost on your mind however, as this mare was squeezing you harder than even your own hoof probably could.

All was not perfect though; not everything you felt was so debilitatingly pleasurable. Once again, just like what happened with your first, hymen-breaking thrust, the cast was not doing the job you had wanted it to. Your knee had flared up horrifically for a second time, causing you to pinch your eyes shut for a split second. After you threw the small sample of discomfort aside to the best of your ability, you remembered why that had happened. Flitter wanted this now more than ever, and you couldn't disappoint her, not when she'd come so far for this.

"'Rut me 'till I can't walk' huh?" You repeated her words in a rhetorical fashion, prompting a fast and enthusiastic nod from the mare. "Alright then, hope you're ready for this." You punctuated your readied words by pulling from her foal compartment, the flare of your phallus keeping you within her, and returning full force to hilt her as hard as you could. Your leg regretted the action dearly, but Flitter had gotten a kick out of it. Right then, that was all that mattered.

"Oh, yes!" She cried out after your first thrust sunk in, arching her back briefly, only to fall back against the bed shortly thereafter, desperate for more.

Finally, you got to work. Thrusting, pounding, grinding, and humping, all manner of tough treatments to her inner sanctum did you employ, yet surprisingly it seemed as though nothing could fully pacify Flitter's ravenous thirst for more. This unbelievable little Pegasus had evolved from a halting, procrastinative filly to an insatiable, hungry mare in heat, and you found the transformation both wonderous and daunting to witness. Her cries of estrus and ever-building desire filled the room along with the repetitive resounding slaps of pelvic flesh on pelvic flesh as you worked up a very genuine sweat with how diligently you were trying to get her off, the unmistakable aroma of coitus permeating the air without fail.

Your luck with your affliction was noticeably wearing thin. Pleasure and pain were not mixing as well as they had been before; your injured knee was far too sore from your last intercourse with Cloud. It felt as if it were on fire, ablaze with spreading flame. Flitter's oozing blossom was doing its best to bring you with her to orgasm, but it was just not enough. Only this far into your love-making, and you already realized there would only be one pony to reach climax this time.

Whilst the fires of torment crawled up your poor leg, licking persistently at the nerves of your spine, Flitter put every appendage she had around your back. Her moans, screams, gasps, and cries were non-stop as though a symphony, and it fought gallantly to bring a smile to your grimacing face as you listened. The mare beneath you was just passing cloud nine, and there was only one way for you to bring it to a close. You couldn't quit; you had to do this, for her. You owed it to her after all that had happened. "I can rest when I'm dead." You thought bravely as you shifted as much of your weight onto your good leg as you could and began to buck ever harder. You had never thought you could shake a bed so turbulently just by making love to a mare on it, but you were most definitely accomplishing exactly that. The headboard was bashing boisterously into the poor defenseless wall with each sweetly bitter thrust into the panting Pegasus below, the bed's cushioning sinking in its middle from how rough you were being with her. You were quite literally pounding Flitter into the bed springs below the mattress at this point, and she was loving every second of it.

As much as your member was enjoying itself inside Flitter, your stamina, tolerance to pain, and will to keep on going were all nearly drained dry. The harder you bucked, the more unbearable the shocking, searing pain became. This had to end, and it had to end fast, lest your body risk ending it for you before Flitter could finish in full.

The more you thought about it, the more you realized that you had no other choice than to gamble all of your remaining strength away in one stretch just to see if it would get Flitter to her peak, for right about then, that was your only chance. You figured you might as well, considering you were at that crazy point in time where you were in so much pain, that you were willing to torture it even more so that pain wouldn't seem as bad. With your murky mind made up, you dove your tactic into effect, increasing both the speed and magnitude of your thrusts to where your hips became a blur. You gripped Flitter's shoulders tightly as you ruthlessly slammed yourself deep into her again and again, the lewd smacking sounds filling the room becoming even louder through Flitter's incoherent wails of bliss.

Flitter, a previously untouched virgin, had never even dreamt of receiving any form of sexual stimulation like the one she was now getting from you. For this fact among others, your gamble finally paid off.

Flitter's moans halted as she gasped out a single word before an orgasmic howl burst forth. It had sounded similar to your name, but you weren't really sure. "Oh! Sweet Luna!" You felt her entire form clamp down on you as she screamed unto the heavens. Her music was muffled as she then bit down on your shoulder, forcing you to pinch your eyes shut. You felt the intense heat from the near endless flow of her marely fluids coating your length from tip-to-base. Your shaft throbbed and ached miserably as her silken flower twisted and squeezed at it without falter, making its very first true efforts at milking a stallion for his seed. Unfortunately for the both of you, her desperate, foal-seeking contractions would garner nothing from you this time.

The pure torture of the feeling of her precious honey pouring out over your entire crotch being largely blocked out of your head by your leg's wafting pain infuriated you. Hearing her yelps of ecstasy being drowned out by the injury-fueled adrenal ringing in your ears also angered you to no end. As you somehow endured, you wanted nothing more than to simply amputate the accursed, throbbing limb, for it had just successfully murdered Flitter's first time, at least for you. The subtle bite marks on your shoulder hadn't helped that much either, but you couldn't blame her in the least for finding a way to cope with the uncontrollable sensations of her first time with a stallion. You pulled your rigid, unfullfilled tool from her still churning, shivering depths and flopped sourly onto your back beside her. The gamble was meant to take all the strength you had, and it had done so to a "T." With the pathetic fragment that was your subjectively functioning brain, you tried to look back on what had just happened. You very quickly realized that the only reason you had ever stood a chance in pulling that off was the affects of the pain medication you were given earlier, and that it was starting to wear off. You had no idea what kind of pain you would have felt if those pills weren't in your system at the time, but the last thing you wanted to do at the moment was imagine it.

Fighting tooth and horseshoe against unconsciousness, trying to blink away the exhaustion, you quickly brought a hoof up to your face to wipe your eyes of the tears forming in them before Flitter could notice; she could never know why you'd shed them. It was not for the aggravating torment of no release, nor entirely the elephantine proportions of pain coursing throughout your body. It was the fact that you didn't enjoy a single, solitary second of Flitter's first time with you thanks to your ligament; that was what truly ticked you off the most.

"Oh, Goddesses..." Flitter's melting voice dripped with relief in her afterglow as she slowly curled up into a ball, resting half her form on your chest. Oblivious to your plight, she certainly didn't share any of those problems in the least. "That... was the best thing... ever..." Flitter mumbled, giggling giddily as she pushed her head into the crook of your neck, vigorously rubbing her face into it. You wrapped the happy Pegasus mare in your weakened wings without a word, the only sound you made being your labored breathing as you attempted to return it to its regular pace. While Flitter rested, you quietly sulked, silently brooding over the whole fiasco. Not a peep was heard throughout the misty room, not even from the recently climaxed Cloudchaser as she still sat in the nearby chair, looking much the same as you two. Though she'd clopped herself silly to the sight of you both going at it, she eventually took notice of your still-firmly-erect member as it stood upright, awkwardly pointing at the ceiling, as if it hadn't even been touched.

"Baby, did you even finish that time?" Cloud's voice was shaky from her heavy self indulgence, but also bore traces of what sounded like worry. The Pegasus mare gave her wings a wide flap and jumped, sailing to land next to the bedside where you rested. Her eyes locked onto yours, her head tilted sideways, as if she were checking you intently for any visible abnormalities.

You prayed she hadn't seen those bitter tears before you had wiped them away. This day was wearing away at your nerves something fierce. "No... n-no I didn't." Your answer was weary and choppy from the pained exhaustion you were still feeling from head-to-toe. You elected against saying anything else for fear of choking on anymore words that would leave your mouth.

Cloudchaser frowned, raising her left eyebrow slightly. "....You okay?" She phrased her question as she placed her hoof on your cheek, rubbing it softly.

You gulped, arduously swallowing the lump in your throat. "I... I didn't want to... get Flitter pregnant, that's all." You gave yourself a mental pat on the back for that one. You had only just remembered that Flitter hadn't taken a pill, at least, not in front of you. Cloudchaser's frown deepened slightly, and you were beginning to hear your own heartbeat more clearly in your ears.

Luckily, Flitter was there to rescue you from Cloudchaser's scrutiny. "Aw, you didn't need to worry about that." The mare softly spoke out, nearly done laying there enjoying herself. "Cloud gave me a some of those contraceptives before we even started." You cringed inwardly; that didn't remind you of another creepily well thought-out plan on her part, now did it?

"Yeah, well, can't be too careful." You chuckled a bit awkwardly for the situation, gently laying a kiss on the side of Flitter's head. She tittered, lazily flopping over so that more of her body rested on you. You had narrowly avoided another excruciating flare-up as she laid herself over your good lower side.

"Alright, I think I've waited long enough; my turn." Cloudchaser spoke with a type of enthusiasm that almost sounded.... sinister? The grin she then sported sent yet another inconfident chill up your exerted back.

"Oh, okay, but remember to be gentle with him." Flitter instructed, wobbling precariously as she stood up on the bed. You and Cloudchaser both chortled as the poor mare suddenly collapsed back down onto the mattress, her unsteady legs unable to hold her little mass of body weight as they were still trembling so severely. Flitter looked at her hooves like they'd betrayed her monstrously. Refusing to concede to her own legs, the mare tried to rise again, only to realize that she would not be walking right anytime soon. With her second flop onto her stomach, Flitter finally gave up with a defeated sigh.

It probably didn't aid her in the least that Cloudchaser was close to crying from laughing at her so hard. You had swiftly halted your guffawing to a slight chuckle since you kind of felt pity for her, considering it was you who had racked her hips so harshly. That, and your heavier laughter rocking your chest had still managed to hurt your leg a bit. You tried your best to keep all laughter from your words as you spoke to her. "It's alright, Flitter. Everypony goes through that sooner or later."

"I didn't." Cloud butted in, wiping her eyes. Flitter glared at her sister for what she must have felt was the hundredth time that day, but your words put a hopeful, if bashful smile back on her face.

"I'll... I'll just be over here." Flitter said as she rolled herself along the bed, coming to rest at its foot with a small, ladylike yawn. "He's all yours, Sis."

"...About bucking time." Cloudchaser whispered, turning to you. There it was again; there was that same look, like a Manticore eyeing her next, helpless morsel. You could do nothing to stop your wings as they gave a small shiver in a mixture of both terror and excitement, going through their first stages of stiffening to boards at your sides again.

Cloudchaser licked her lips slowly, pouncing gracefully onto the bed, stalking towards you like a prowling lioness, the signature sway in her shapely hips as she ambled for you, still piercing you with bedroom eyes. It was stunning to witness how a mare could so skillfully drive a frozen dagger of apprehension into her lover, all while keeping him hopelessly aroused at the same time. Your shaft gave a not-so-apprehensive twitch as the hoof with which she'd been pleasuring herself grasped it, seeming like she was intentionally pumping both Flitter's juices with her own all along your solid length. Cloud leaned her head down next to your own as her hoof continued its sensuous assault.

"Don't think I didn't see those tears." Were her only words into your ear. She kissed your temple with warm lips, then set about nuzzling it with her impossibly soft facial fuzz.

"Don't tell her, please." You whispered back to her, your voice partially strained from both Cloud's busied hoof and the fear of Flitter overhearing you. Cloudchaser kept shifting her back legs around on the bed sheet. The sound of the cotton rubbing against her fur cleverly deafening the dozing Flitter to the sounds of your whispers.

"...Wouldn't dream of it," Cloud answered, her hoof giving extra attention to the tip of your member as she raised her head up to look you over. "and I wouldn't dream of leaving you like this either."

A part of you wanted to thank her implicitly, for despite all the mind-numbing stimulation you'd thus undergone today, you had only managed to ejaculate twice. You were confident that you desperately wanted to have just one more go. The other part of you, however, just wanted to keel over and sleep for a decade. You were a tough stallion; rest could wait until after a simple little hoofjob, could it not?

"...But trust me, your not the only one who's gonna get some fun out of this one." Your eyes went from half-closed and drifting from fatigue, to alert once again at her informative words. "Oh, don't worry; I'm gonna cut you some slack, but just know it's only because of your ACL."

Though that last part was incredibly nice to hear, you weren't sure if you could do anything more today: Your leg was in absurd agony, your phallus, in spite of your desire to get off one more time, felt raw, and you had gotten a headache from the mixed signals of pain and pleasure sent to your poor, besieged brain. You felt hopelessly outmatched here. To you, it was similar to being only at half strength, yet charged with totally satisfying two succubi, one fledgling, the other veteranized. You opened your mouth to protest, only for the hoof she had been rubbing your member with to find its way into your mouth (apparently, she loved doing that to you).

"Shhh... relax... follow my lead," She cooed, giving your eyelid a brush-over with her tongue. You opened the eye she hadn't licked, begging her with the tired expression on your face, but she merely pushed her soaked hoof deeper into your mouth in response. Cloud giggled at the whimper she heard from you. "Don't worry, babe. Like I said, I'm gonna take it easy. You won't need anything but that nice... strong tongue of yours."

"That's it? She just wants a sixty-nine?" You thought as your shoulders shrugged; you supposed you could survive that. You began cleaning the squishy, inner portion of the hoof in your mouth, silently giving her the answer she had wanted.

"Mmm, that's my stallion." Cloud purred, finally removing her hoof. As Cloudchaser began to turn around, you both froze at the sound of soft snoring further down on the bed. Cloud used a wing to cover her mouth, snickering as she turned to her sister. With Flitter now asleep, it made you a bit nervous knowing that Cloud could do anything she wanted to you and get away with it. Though, that irresolute chill crawling up your back was quickly burned away by the arousal of the sheer unknown. Cloudchaser had finished turning around to look at Flitter, leaving you with an unparalleled view of her blushing, stained back lips. Her whole crotch was smeared heavily by the product of her past exploits, her engorged clitoris still winking wildly at you, entrancing you. You squirmed a bit, half way to sitting up as you craned your neck to move closer to it.

Cloud's attention was pulled from the form of her sleeping little sister back to the fidgeting stallion causing the bed springs to creak quietly beneath her. She looked over her shoulder at you with a foxy, almost demeaning grin, waggling her rump at you. "...What are you just staring for? Get to work; hope ya don't mind munching on a mare's backdoor."

"backdoor?"

You opened your mouth to ask her if you'd heard her correctly, only for her to misinterpret your signal altogether. Before you could even force a letter from your throat, the mare crouched, forcing her burning nether lips down on you. Her taste flooded into your mouth, covering your tongue in a mere few seconds. The scent of her slathered marehood wafted into your nostrils, more potent than ever, melting away any resistance against her with the greatest of ease. Cloudchaser's hooves grasped both of yours, deliberately moving them to her lower belly. At first, you didn't know why she had done so, but after absent-mindedly rubbing at the fur around the area, you found what she had wanted you to find. Two hard, perky nubs protruded ever so slightly past the sea of belly fur and into the frogs of your caressing hooves. Most mares' nipples weren't overly sensitive until after they'd become mothers, but you knew, of course, there were vast exceptions. Judging by her revelatory groans, she was definitely one of them.

You continued to do your unbridled best to please the Pegasus now sitting comfortably on your face. Whether it be by licking, nibbling, rubbing, or releasing hot breath onto her inner haunches, as it had before, it never failed to make Cloudchaser leak even more into your maw. You paused briefly, however, when you heard Cloudchaser halt to spit, then begin rubbing your member down with her hoof again. "Why is she being so strange and secretive this time?" You thought, knowing your shaft was already sufficiently slick enough with both of the sisters' fluids to handle anything. "Why would she want to wet it more?"

"You better have had enough to drink, lover boy, 'cause it's time to change things up."

Well, she had said "backdoor," had she not?

As per usual, Cloudchaser didn't really give you time to do much of anything, before shifting herself forward on your muzzle, placing the attention-deprived entrance to her hindquarters right onto your closed lips. You were stunned; not giving that foreshadowed verbiage of hers much thought in your stupor, you had no clue she was about to do that. With yet another impatient groan, Chaser ground her rump over your face, doing what she could to stimulate herself, but being entirely new to the idea, and against your brain's own urgings, still you did nothing.

"Come on, you'll insist on rutting me when I'm filthy, but you won't go down on my flank?" She panted out, giving another goading grind onto your face. When she worded it that way, it did sort of make you feel like a schizophrenic dunce. Though you'd probably never tell her, her rump was not the lightest thing in the world, so her shoving down onto you was beginning to get uncomfortable. You were still confused as to why she'd tasked you with tonguing her there, since you figured it really didn't grant a mare as much delight, but concluding that not everything in the bedroom had to have a purpose, you decided to do as you were told.

"Here goes nothing..." Taking a deep breath, tickling her dock as it resting on the tip of your nose, you opened your mouth and gave it a long, gentle lick.

Cloudchaser gasped at the sudden tingle of your action, her whole body giving a small clenched jump as her wings outstretched with a "Pomf!" She released the gasp in a contented coo, and you felt every muscle in her flanks go limp. Being the curious stallion you are, you cautiously pulled your tongue back into your mouth to check for any kind of taste, though, all it really tasted like was bare skin, the sweat from her prolonged arousal also preeminent. It was not quite as puissant as the sweat from her afternoon workout, and it wasn't as bitter as you'd imagined at all. Now comfortable with the subtle flavor of her waiting pucker, you gave another slow, caring drag over it.

"There ya go..." Cloudchaser quietly moaned out. The mare gave her backside a little shake, just enough let you feel the jiggle in her toned rump. "Yeah, that's it, get it nice and lubed up, Babe; we're gonna need it."

You gave a nod and another slobbery lick, prompting a cute "Eep!" from the mare. You smirked, finally knowing why she had wanted this so badly. She wanted you to grease her up for a little anal activity. You couldn't say that you weren't excited at the prospect of shoving your shaft into Cloudchaser's tail-hole, nor would you. Then again, you couldn't really say much of anything at the moment.

As you gave her star another long pass, you felt Cloudchaser's spit-covered hoof begin pumping your member again, instantly sending a buzz up your your back and into your wings. You gave them a quick flap to relieve them of their sudden build-up, steadily growing more confident with lick after savoring lick into her tight wrinkled folds, each time, a trail of "lube" dangling between you and them as a testimony to your good work.

"Mmm, you're lucky I gave it some attention in the shower, but I know you'd like it anyway, you dirty colt. I should make you do this after a day at the gym." She demeaned as she leered down at you with a brief, debauched side-long glance. She was driving you mad. Her femdom-style dirty talk was turning you on more than you ever thought it could. After puckering your lips up and kissing her there several times, you gave it one last loving drag across before pressing the tip of your tongue against her slightly-gaped opening with clear intent. Cloud had not expected you to try entering her so soon, if at all, and it had caught her when she was relaxed. With the element of surprise on your side, you shoved your entire tongue into her as far as it could go, the only thing to stop you being the shortage of length to push inside.

"Ooooh, Buck yeah, go deep; make out with that flankhole." Cloudchaser whimpered fitfully at the barrage of new sensations your long, equine tongue presented her. You tried and failed to keep a self-satisfied grin off your face at her reaction as you pursed your lips to wrap around the whole of her puffy, winking sphincter, noisily sucking on it shamelessly and earning a sensitive chuckle from the impressed mare. "Ah! Wow, you're really getting into this, aren't you?" It was true; you couldn't even remember what was holding you back near the beginning.

You found her insides didn't taste much differently from the outside, harboring no real taste to it. Though, you knew that probably wouldn't be the case if Cloud indeed made good on her kinky, dominative words. You decided right then and there that from that point on you'd be open to trying damn near anything in the bedroom with these sisters. If licking Cloudchaser's tailhole while receiving a hoofjob was this enjoyable for the both of you, then you could hardly wait for what ever else the future had in-store.

Still, for all this taboo excitement, fatigue persisted in hammering away at you. You weren't sure what position Cloud would have you in, but you hoped it was not something missionary or pony-style. Your knee had basically been leaving you alone ever since you had stopped moving, but there was still that annoying dull ache present in it, growing steadily worse as your meds slowly wore off. Your eyes were beginning to droop closed and drift cross-eyed as you worked your tongue deeply within Cloudchaser's flank. Your movements were becoming less forceful and more drunken and rampant by the minute, even with the dotage of Cloud's hooves. The Pegasus on your face didn't seem to notice or care about your increasing deficit of energy, if the warm juices dripping from her marehood onto your neck were anything to go by.

After giving the fleshy depths of Cloud's tighter passage one last full circle, she abruptly stood up, fiendishly making sure to clench down hard on your tongue before doing so, your head following her flank for a good second as you instinctively tried to follow wherever your tongue was going. She gave very impish giggle at the sound of your head hitting the pillow after you pulled yourself out of her.

"Hehe, sorry..." She said, still chuckling huskily under her breath. You knew she wasn't; that wasn't her style. You didn't mind though, nor did you even feel like retorting to her. You said nothing as you laid there, your eyes beginning to close again as you tried to regather your strength. After a few silent moments, Cloudchaser turned to look at you, her rascally grin fading to a look of concern. "Hey, you okay?" She asked, leaning in towards you.

Opening your eyes to look into hers, you gave her a slow nod of affirmation.

"Alright... Don't pass out on me yet; we're just getting to the finale." She said, gracing your slick lips with a light, meaningful peck. You shook your head, attempting to get some form of awareness back. You had to stay awake, if only for a few more measly minutes. You decided that after this you'd have to sleep for at least a week to recover from these two ravenous mares.

"How we gonna do this?" You asked, rubbing a hoof over your face, ridding yourself of what grogginess you could. You used your other hoof to nonchalantly wipe away as much of Cloud's liquid love from your neck as possible, which was to say considering her libido, not near enough.

"Just like last time... kind of. Just sit back, and enjoy." Cloudchaser crooned, strutting leisurely away from you with her tail deliberately lifted high. Your mouth watered at the sight of her now-extremely-lubricated flankhole and her soaked labia. It was a pity you had to be injured during all of this. These two succubi must have been turning you into a monster, because were it it not for your confounded ACL, you could have gladly done it all over again. She sauntered and swayed until her flank was positioned over your member, faced away from you, giving you the perfect view.

You had never done a reverse cowfilly position before, and you were looking forward to being able to witness all the red-hot action first-hoof.

"You ready?" Cloud asked through another side-long glance, running her hoof teasingly along her succulent posterior. She brushed along her right side until she stopped to give it a smack for you. You grinned, transfixed as you watched her relaxed flank tremor from the impact.

"Y-yeah." You wished you could have said something better than that, but you were lucky to get that out.

"...Then here we go." She said, positioning the tip of your shaft against her exit. You could've sworn you heard her mutter something along the lines of, "This is gonna hurt" but you couldn't be one-hundred percent sure of anything at that point. Thanks to the pain, pills, and pleasure, you were certain your senses weren't half of what they should've been. Cloud definitely looked like she was psyching herself up for it. After a few thick moments of angsty hesitation, she took a deep breath, swept her tail aside, relaxed every muscle in her back half, and let her back legs ease down.

"A-- Ahnngg!" Cloudchaser shoved a hoof into her mouth to muffle any louder noises she would've made. Only having taken you down just past your medial ring, her attempt at taking you all in one go again had not proceeded quite as smoothly as last time. The mare was only able to get half of your length inside her by means of gravity; it didn't bode well for her poor rectum.

You on the other hoof, were in heaven. Never having bedded that many mares, you never considered yourself an aficionado, but you could just tell that this was one of the best things you could ever do. Never once had you felt like this. The walls of Cloudchaser's rear entrance were softer than the membranous wings of a well-groomed Thestral, yet they constricted around your phallus like a vice on its smallest setting. This of course, was to say nothing of the warmth of her flank's tunnel; it almost burned it was so warm. The last feeling you noticed, was a minuscule thumping that seemed to happen every few milliseconds, though it didn't take long for you to figure out where it was coming from.

It was her heartbeat; you could actually feel Cloudchaser's rectal walls pulse in time with her heart.

You groaned at the cacophony of blissful sensations all hitting you at once, shuddering furiously as you felt Cloud push more and more of your shaft up into her. The tight-fitting mare moaned through her clenched teeth, looking as though she were at her limit, yet neither did she look like she would even think of stopping until she had the base of your throbbing erection resting cozily against her stretching pucker. She was working up a sweat trying to accomplish this goal. She would swear under her heavy breath every few seconds or so, and if you concentrated hard enough, you could even feel her heartbeat accelerating.

"S-s-slow d-down if it hurts, Cloud." You groaned, muscling out the words as unrelenting waves of pleasure assaulted you. The ache in your leg was now again masked by the dozens upon dozens of contractions involuntarily offered by Cloud's backside. These two never seemed to fail in ultimately making you feel alright, no matter how much pain you were in. You knew you were not going to last long, especially when you began taking in the breathtaking view she'd very intentionally offered. The view of course, and the fact that she was very diligently managing an inch of your member for every five or six seconds with only two inches to go.

"Not... 'till you're... in!" Cloudchaser hissed, her tone sounding as though she were trying to lift a two-hundred pound set of weights. The second she realized she only had one inch to go, she stop easing her way down, grabbed hold of your glutes, and sharply pulled herself down onto your pelvis with all her might. Your tired mind was sent yet another blast from your knee, but just as it had been with Flitter's fellatio, it was largely snuffed by the feeling of finally being hilted inside Cloudchaser's tailhole.

Cloudchaser shoved both of her hooves into her mouth to bite down on them, vying to suppress her lung-tearing, ear-busting scream. You could her muffled voice quivering in sufferance, but you knew that the fun part was just across the threshold. "Oooooohhhh, that was harder than I thought I'd be..." She sighed and panted, gently wiggling her rump around in your lap, an effort to acclimate to her new, full condition in the making. Never one to waste any time, she gave a worn-out giggle as she began working herself again with one hoof and her teats with the other, the stimulation she granted herself causing her sphincter to clasp around you beautifully. "I can't believe I just did that..."

"I... I can't believe you just did that either." You panted lightly, the heat from Cloudchaser's nethers making you sweat. You raised your head up to look at what she was doing, only to see her slumped over your legs, probably catching her breath. Your member throbbed one of its most powerful yet at the sight of her haunches almost fully connected with your pelvis, making the mare gasp in surprise with a small jump.

"Hah! I can tell your friend wants me to get movin.'" Cloud looked back at you as she spoke, winking at you seductively as she readjusted her back legs. Even the most minute of movements she made sent sparks spiraling through you from hoof to wingtip. Luckily for your endurance, it didn't take Cloud long to find a solid starting position, and with nothing more hindering her, she got to work. "Ngh... Let's do this!"

Sharp was your inhale as she pulled herself off your hips and up your length, your sensitive flesh being hit by a gust of cold air as it was pulled from Cloudchaser's hot, crushing depths. It twitched like mad when she pulled off of it all the way to the flare, and in a split second, welcomed you back into her in full. Shock waves of burning warmth and tight, soft flesh squeezed around your phallus without mercy as she took you down to your base again and again. Cloudchaser moaned out as loudly as ever as you started gently thrusting upwards into her every descent, the both of you still being careful so as not to affect your ligament again. Your injury did shoot small jolts of soreness at her actions, but you had come to expect it by then, and took it in stride. Besides, it paled by comparison to what was happening in general. The magnitude and skill level of Cloud's ministrations were so high, that you were confident you would orgasm even if she stopped moving altogether.

For the first time today, you knew you could finish strong, and it brought a confident grin to your face.

"Buck! I haven't felt this in forever!" Cloudchaser panted out with a molten fervor, her pace picking up even though it was clearly proving too much for her. You tried telling her to slow herself down a notch for her own sake, but the pure bliss she was dishing out rendered all your words nothing more than grunted, muttered gibberish as it left your lips. Still, you did have another idea. Slowing her down by gently placing your wing to her hips, You used your front hooves to pull yourself backward until your back rested against the bed's headboard. With Cloud still connected safely to you at your lap, you had been able to drag her the short distance as well, though not without your knee interjecting its sour opinion.

Once the headboard had provided a semi-comfortable seat rest for you, you enveloped her torso with your wings, hugging her close to you as you placed your hooves onto her flexing hips. Just as planned, all four of your upper appendages then aided the mare in her efforts to regain speed whilst giving her a considerable respite against her taxing thrashes. She wasn't the only one to gain something from the changes you made, seeing as how your hooves were now totally free to work deep into the muscles of her rump as it moved. Cloudchaser seemed to love this new position; it was probably hitting a few new spots, if her high-pitched groans and whimpers were any indication.

As if that weren't enough to spice things up, you had one more trick now that you were this close to her; you were sure she'd adore this one. You released her tremulous chest from the blanket-like grasp of your right wing as you casually moved it down in between her spread hind legs, going to work with two of your dexterous lead primaries. Your feathers were soaked in Chaser's marely juices almost instantly, and you couldn't care less as you fiddled her, tickling her engorged love button with their very tips and edges. You were legitimately shocked that Flitter had managed to stay snoozing during her sister's wailing.

"Ah! YES!" Like sister like sister, an orgasmic cry sounding almost identical to Flitter's met your ears. Cloudchaser's steamy, panting breaths and smutty swears for you to keep going were endless past that point. Knowing she was close, you renewed your focus on the intensity of her anal passage, reveling in her burning, moistened confines, vying to bring your climax as near as possible to hers. As expected, Cloud grew faster and rougher as she drew nearer, your knee giving more ignored protest. Your hooves, still managing to play with Cloudchaser's firm cheeks, were still barely able to assist her in gaining both speed and power in her humpings and bouncings despite the newly-formed sheen of sweat on her rump causing them to slip off every now and then.

"Oh, baby... Come on, do it! Fill me up!" Cloudchaser's quavering plea echoed in your ears. Her throaty moans and chronic cries begging for your climax, her plump backside molding in your hooves, her clitoris winking crazily against your drenched wing, her tight, warm tail-hole clinching so wantonly on your member, all these were the indescribable catalyst to the breaking of your endurance. Slamming her rear down onto your base in harmonious time with a hard thrust upward, your burning seed was quick to paint the insides of Cloud's rear a glistening white. You lost track of how many ejaculative throbs your shaft let loose after number three, far too tired to count as you settled for slumping your head back onto the top of the backboard with closed eyes to listen to Cloudchaser shudder at the feeling of your multiple blasts. You felt her own stamina burn out into your still-working wing, ensuring that your feathers would likely smell of her for the next couple weeks. The mare humped and grinded recklessly against your sore pelvis, her orgasm mostly silent as her flank made sure not a single drop of your essence leaked from it.

You allowed yourself a sapped smile, trying to think of what she would have to say after her next trip to the bathroom.

Cloud went limp in your lap, falling back against you after riding out the final waves, her flank making sure to hold your slowly softening length inside her as a plug of sorts for all you'd given her. You felt her wings fall from her sides as her sweat-matted back rested on your chest. You felt her breathing only just beginning to calm itself. You placed your wet wing off to the side and held the mare with your clean one, your hooves finding their place rubbing lovingly on her inner thighs.

"I know Rainbow says this a lot, but that... was awesome..." Cloudchaser panted out, a derped looking smile plastered to her muzzle.

"Yeah, let's not do it again soon..." You muttered with a chuckle as you leaned your head forward to repose upon her shoulder. You gave her damp neck some attention as your fatigue began to overtake you, earning a soft coo from Cloud. To say that you were running on fumes at that point would be a cruel understatement; you would've been perfectly fine with sleeping the rest of the night away right there, even though the majority of the bed's sheets were so drenched that you'd probably end up having to burn them (along with the poor massacred mattress, for you were quite certain at least some it had managed to seep through.)

"That was pretty entertaining, though I don't think Cloud was quite loud enough." Flitter's normally innocent and affectionate voice was then laced in sarcasm as you looked down past your back hooves to see her stirring form staring back at the both of you. It was abundantly clear that Flitter had been awake nearly the whole time; you just never saw it past Cloud's buttocks (whether it had been bouncing in your lap or sitting on your face.) Her sarcastic jest had gone completely unnoticed by you, but not by the mare still connected to your lap.

"Says the mare who screamed like a banshee just from getting eaten out." Cloudchaser shot back defensively, or at least you thought she did as you leaned your head back onto the top of the backboard again. You couldn't really tell anymore; your hearing was fuzzing out, and you found yourself more interested in the insides of your eyelids at the moment.

"Hey! It was my first time doing anything like that; what's your excuse?" You were sure that was Flitter though.

"He's bucking huge! You should know by now! What, are you numb down there?!" As the sisters went at each other once again, Cloud still one with you, the world of your consciousness was growing ever more dark and dim.

As you sat there drifting off to sleep, you thought of the many many things this day was sure to affect. You thought about how long it'd take your leg to fully convalesce given the onslaught it had just miraculously endured. You thought of what you'd have to decide on doing when you could return to work, whether you would stay under the sisters' roof, invite them to stay under yours, or just mix it all up randomly. You wondered whether or not there'd be some sort of time-share regarding your time spent with them. You thought of the brand-new relationship you had with the girls as a whole, and how you would spring the news on Thunderlane (the poor sap will never know what hit him.) All manner of these thoughts swirled dizzyingly within your burnt-out brain as Luna beckoned you to the realm of dreams, and you just had to wonder how you'd ever manage all those serious changes, or if any aspect of your life would remain the same by tomorrow.

"Of course not, but at least I try to have a little self-c... wait a second... do you smell something burning?"

"Wait... burning... Buck! The hay burgers!"

"Oh, no!"

As you were brought very suddenly out of your doze by Cloudchaser slipping off of you, tumbling off the bed in a panic, clipping your cast awfully in the process, you surmised quite confidently that there were just some great things in your life that nothing was ever going to take away from you.

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