Sweet and Salty

by The Blessed One

Rating: mature
Tags: Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Romance, Original Character, Porn, Second Person, Flitter and Cloudchaser, Cloudchaser, Flitter, Sex
Length: 46980

(2nd Person) You, are a Ponyville weather Pegasus. After sustaining a serious injury during the weather team's weekly Hoofball game, Cloudchaser and Flitter are kind enough to offer you their home and assistance to help speed your recovery along.

2nd Person

You are a Ponyville weather Pegasus. Every Sunday afternoon, the local weather team meets up for a friendly "Red vs Blue" Hoofball game to help stay in shape for work and to have a good time. Most Sundays pass without any problems, but not the most recent one. It was on that regular, sunny afternoon, that you discovered just how excruciating it is to have a Anterior Cruciate Ligament injury, or, more commonly known, as a torn ACL.

After going through surgery to repair most of the damage, (Kindly paid for by your assaulter, Rainbow Dash) you are left with a temporarily worthless back-left leg. You weren't quite sure how you would fare against daily tasks, as you had no family to look after you. You were left with no choice but to go at the grueling recovery time alone.

That was, until the local weather Pegasus sisters known as "Cloudchaser and Flitter" approached you with an offer that they would not let you refuse.

Cover Art provided by the extremely underrated PijinPyon.

Trigger Warning: Salophilia, Stripteasing, Intercourse, Cunnilingus, Fellatio, Anilingus, Anal Intercourse, Ménage à trois.

Featured on: 2015, April 29th at 12:30 PM.

Published 2015-04-28 08:00:02 UTC
Last updated 2015-08-23 08:59:50 UTC

A Pinch of Salt

You felt nothing but agonizing pain.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Wrong

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Hi..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Okay, open those eyes, baby."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Screw pain, it could wait its damned turn.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Author's Note

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

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

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

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

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

A Sprinkle of Sugar

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

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

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

"Wait... Cloudchaser..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Besides, you did need a shower.

You were clean, and felt like a new pony.

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

"You sure take your time in the bathroom."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Who would have ever thought it?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What The Buck?!"

In the end, Flitter made that decision for you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"How?"

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

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

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

You felt nervous, incredibly nervous.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"...good enough."

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

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

"Oh, h-- yes!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Author's Note

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

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

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

A Tempting Presentation

Author's Note

*Holds hands up* Now I know, I said that there would only be one more chapter, and that it would be the biggest one yet, and that this chapter matches none of those descriptions. So, before you all form into a mob and lynch me, let me tell you all a few, important things.

To start: The deadline of the fourth and final chapter within the month is still on schedule, and it will still be the largest chapter yet. I will also make this exceptionally clear: Keep the chapter's name in mind as you read it. :trollestia:

Now, without further adieu, I leave you all to read. I will be seeing you all again, very soon.

A Tempting Presentation

If this was what being in love felt like, you had no clue how you'd ever lived without it.

After closing the door on Flitter, and just before you descended the stairs, you realized you had to stop and wait for a bit. Your poor deprived friend had yet to return to its sheath as it dangled freely between your hind legs, still as bothered as Tartarus after the monstrous tease that the sight, smell, and taste of Flitter's nether region had given it. It wasn't really something you wanted to greet a distraught Cloudchaser with when you got down stairs. Not getting any after what you did with her was unpleasant to place it mildly, but the happiness of now having both sisters at peace with one another and also enamored with you made up for that feeling and then some.

Once your little friend reluctantly returned to his scabbard, you spread your wings and glided down the stairs, making a sharp turn at the bottom to avoid smashing into the front door. Landing in the living room with a less than graceful thump, and sending another painful jolt through your bad leg, you didn't even care. You felt like you were still flying even though you'd landed. You felt as light as a feather, that all was right with the crazy world you were living in, and you couldn't help but grin for the joy overtaking you.

You felt like nothing could possibly go wrong. That was, until you saw Cloudchaser. The first thing you noticed was that she was exactly where you'd left her. She hadn't even moved an inch, and as if that weren't enough to seem amiss to you, the way she looked up at you when she heard you land had you thinking that their was still a major problem to solve. Your wide, giddy grin all but disappeared when her eyes met yours. With her face now angled towards yours, you saw that it was still streaked with tears. These couldn't have been the tears she shed whilst you were still with her. No, these were fresh, bitter tears; she'd been crying only seconds before you got there. Staring at you, she tried to smile, but only half-succeeded. What you saw was a weakened, melancholy ghost of a smile before she dipped her head only slightly to give a small sniffle, attempting with a sluggish hoof to wipe away the new tears she'd just shed for an obvious new problem.

"Cloud? Cloud, what's wrong?" It was all you could say. What more could you say? You knew that their was something else that was wrong, for otherwise she would have looked at least slightly encouraged by the grin she just wiped from your face with nothing more than a broken look. Getting up off the couch, she only managed to make it a couple feet before she sat back down again on the floor.

"I... I heard a lot going on up there..." She said, idly rubbing at her arm as if she felt cold. Though your eyes must have gone a little wider with what you just heard and were afraid to expect, but she wouldn't know. She was now looking off at a portion of the far wall, deliberately avoiding eye-contact with you as she spoke shaken words. "I..." She stopped as soon as she'd started, her face turning farther away, her eyes pinching shut, looking desperate to try and hold back another woeful surge as a few new tears slipped through the cracks. "I understand... I knew I was just a spur of the moment thing... Flitter's the one who wanted you all along... S--she deserves you more than I do."

Your breath halted, every muscle in your body tensed. Her words crushed you like a bug under a boot. If your mind could've read anything intelligible at that moment, it would have been along the lines of, "Did she really just say that?" or perhaps, "How could she, after all we've done, think I don't love her to bucking pieces, much less that I'd forsake her for anyone just like that?!" No one would ever know, for all you did was quietly stammer when you finally breathed out, far too confused, far too angry, far too shot down to form even a fragment of a coherent sentence.

"I don't mind." Cloud continued as she wiped her eyes again, still keeping her fake half-smile of "understanding" on her muzzle as she took in a deep breath. "You don't have to explain." Her unblinking eyes betrayed every single one of those words as yet more streaks of tears freely fell from them. It was then, watching this shamble of a mare try to convince herself more than you of what she was saying, that you finally found the will to speak out.

"No... No, no, no, you... you don't understand at all." You couldn't form a proper way to explain what had just happened upstairs with Flitter in your hay-wired mind. You felt too dazed at how suddenly this had come upon you, too hurt that Cloudchaser would even try to say this to you after all that had happened. You basically felt that she had not only betrayed you, but herself as well. "You... how could... why?"

"Why what?" Cloudchaser kept up her deceptively calm demeanor, masking the ebbing storm of sorrowful and bitter emotions pervading her, making it all the more difficult for you to explain.

You not-so-slowly began to realize that there was absolutely no way for you to explain the plan of action you were so surely willing to take without coming off to her as anything more than an unmitigated hedonistic pig. You knew that if you tried, there'd be no way that she'd ever accept you back again. Your lips tightened in your silence as you abandoned all hope of ever convincing her that you truly did mean well, unable to fully conceive how you managed to come so close just to fail miserably now. Your chest started aching as a single tear worked its way free of your left eye.

"Cloud... has he told you?" Flitter questioned with quickened concern, seemingly having teleported to your side, making you jump for the second time in roughly two minutes. After her sister failed to answer right away, Flitter then looked between you and her sister with studying eyes, confusion quite evident on her face. "....Did I miss something?"

"I don't think you did, Sis." Cloudchaser spoke up morosely before you could beat her to it. "I was just telling him that I understood completely why he decided to pick you, and that I'm fine with it."

"--But I never picked her!" You hadn't meant to yell when you butted in, but you didn't really care at that point; you'd be damned if you didn't get at least a word in edge-wise to defend yourself. "Flitter, you know what I said! I can't be the one to tell her... I-It wouldn't come out right."

"Ohh... okay, I see what happened..." Flitter said as her face brightened, eliciting a little giggle at the whole scenario. "Cloudy, could I see you in the closet for a sec? We need to talk.." Flitter asked, stretching a helping hoof out to her seated sister. Cloudchaser's face had by now fully changed as she gingerly took hold of her sister's hoof. If you were to take a picture of her at that very moment, you were sure that it would've eventually ended up in a dictionary next to the word "confused." Flitter gave you a confident, assuring wink before leading her sister into the nearby hall closet.

There you stood, silently, your fate now in the hooves of a very possessive mare who could very well hog you mostly to herself with a few simple twists of your words. You began pacing nervously, not hearing a sound from behind the closet's sealed door. Somewhere along the line, you noticed that your breathing had become somewhat erratic. Your wings shifted uncomfortably, your feathers ruffling; it was as if there were no way to settle back down in your own skin. Around a minute into that piercing silence, your forehead began to sweat, your face growing just a hue more pale, its expression subconsciously growing more and more grim. You could do nothing, nothing at all. You were helplessness incarnate, as if a soon-to-be father pacing ceaselessly outside a hospital room, waiting hysterically for an ill-chanced foal to finally be birthed from its sickly mother. You were alone with your increasingly worried thoughts, and you had no actions to take until Flitter And Cloudchaser's returned. Your stomach had tied itself in knots by this point, and your aching head throbbed from all the accumulated drama today had wrought upon you. You hated this; you hated this with a passion. You were certain that there was nothing in the whole wide world of Equuis worse than this. Never in all your life had you felt so unaided than during those seemingly endless moments.

Just when you thought you could bear no more, just when you had contemplated and almost tried knocking on the closet door to see if anything was going smoothly, an unexpected sound from within it hit your ears... laughing? Tittering? Hooves shuffling to and fro? You had just enough time to turn back towards the closet door before your vision was largely obscured by a bright lavender form rushing towards you, her forelegs ecstatically wrapping around your torso, her face logging itself affectionately under your chin. You sighed with a smile, wrapping the older sister with wings and hooves of you own. For a moment, you felt as though you'd just awoken from a terrifying nightmare, as if you were in a completely new world than five seconds ago. As quickly as you'd previously realized that you had no hope of telling her, you felt the crushing weight of defeat lifting from your tensed and weary shoulders.

Flitter had not let you down.

"Thank you." Your lips mouthed sincerely to her as you shared in Cloud's forgiving embrace, and once more did you mouth the same thing peering gratefully up at the ceiling. All Flitter could do was beam at you, her face a bright, emotional red as she trotted up to join the hug, kissing you softly on the cheek.

"So.... Flitter tells me you wanna handle both of us." Cloudchaser's face bore nary a single trace of the past sorrow it once held. Her almost arrogant inflection accompanied by that adorably stifled giggle couldn't have possibly made her seem anymore sexy to you. Impressively even to yourself, you managed to shoot a cocky grin back at her. After all, if both the sisters were happy with all this and rearing to go, then so were you. "...that true? And if so, you think you're ready to take us both on?"

"I was born ready, baby." You said, your inner hoofball competitor striking up as you pressed your nose to hers, that same cocky smirk still adorning your lips. You knew you could do this. You knew you could love them both. You knew you could give them both an equal share of love, for as you sat there between them, making sure to kiss Flitter's cheek immediately after you said this, you saw that your mind would never let you partake in too much pleasure with just one without reminding you of the other. Showing no favoritism would never be a problem.

"Not so fast there, lover boy." Flitter chuckled, pushing you away playfully. "How about we give you a little test?" she asked goadingly, creeping around behind you and wrapping her hooves around your neck, nuzzling your mane. "Let's see if you can really handle two mares."

"A test, huh?" You fluffed your wings up against Flitter's belly. Rubbing Cloudchaser's own with your hooves, you saw her eyes suddenly light up. "What sort of test?"

"Oh, yes! I've always wanted to try something like this!" Cloud seemed to know exactly what Flitter was talking about, much to your dubiety. "It'll be just like old times!"

"Old times?" Flitter asked, still keeping her chin nestled on your shoulder as she looked to her sister. You figured it was good that you weren't the only one confused, for at least then you stood a chance of finding out what they were planning for you.

"Don't you remember how we would tease stallions at the bar when we were younger?" Cloud asked, chuckling nostalgically at a memory unknown to you.

"You mean-- Oh!" Flitter exclaimed in sudden recollection, her quickly reddening face turning towards your own with a bashful expression. "I guess... I mean, I think you'll like that as much as they did." She said to you, nibbling the tip of your lowered ear. By then, you'd realized that you hadn't moved fast enough to butt in on their higher conversation and that any chance you had on knowing the gist of what they were talking about had been considerably reduced.

"Are you two doing some kind of... telepathy thing?" You barely had any time work that snarky question in before being bypassed completely.

"Let's do it in his room! We've done it everywhere else." Cloudchaser tittered, subtly hopping up and down like a merry school-filly as she grabbed your hoof from her wing, placing it firmly on her cutie mark.

"Do what in my room?" You asked quickly, shifting your left wing to cup Flitter's rump in a thinly veiled effort to ensnare her attention.

"Agreed!" Flitter singsonged with a grin in the midst your ministrations, rendering your efforts a total failure. It was as if you weren't even there.

"Why am I the only one out of the loop here?" You were trying to keep the repressed frustration from your question; this was something else you were failing to do.

"You'll get used to it." Both mare chimed as one dual-voice. It made a shiver of inconfidence run down your spine. You were beginning to wonder just what in Tartarus you'd just gotten yourself into.

"Let's put this back on, shall we?" Suddenly came Cloudchaser's voice after she reached to the couch, procuring the little blanket with which she had blinded you earlier that day. Your heart jumped into your throat faster than you could blink as both mares began aiding each other in tying it around your eyes.

"'Put this back on?' You've blindfolded him before?" Flitter asked, sounding a bit concerned (and already just a little jealous) as she finished fastening the blanket around the back of your head.

"Oh, Flitter, you have no idea." Cloudchaser laughed. You knew she was probably just teasing her little sister at this point; you felt like interjecting, but Flitter was all too quick to try and handle herself.

"Okay, we need to talk about what you two did, 'cause all I got was him... um..." Flitter had sounded angry at first, but as she fumbled about, trying to label exactly what you did to her in a proper manner, she just came off sounding embarrassed.

"What? Him eating you?" Cloudchaser finished, her wording raunchy, her tone amused. You couldn't hear any verbal response from Flitter, but you could almost swear you felt a growing source of heat in her direction. She must have found the courage to nod, for the next words you heard were from Cloud. "Okay fine, You can have his--" Her grudging concession was interrupted with extreme prejudice before she could finish.

"Shhh! Not in front of him!" Flitter snapped right next to you ear, understandably causing you to flinch.

"Yeah, I am right here, you know. ...Totally don't want any say in where my d--"

"Oh, hush." Cloudchaser mumbled, carelessly putting a hoof to your mouth. "Well, where do you wanna talk about it then?"

"Back to the closet, it worked the first time, didn't it?" Flitter asked through a giggle. You were quite certain they both were far too excited, even about something like this. They both began trotting away, leaving you without the sight to even find the couch, the only thing prominent to any of your five senses being the rushed galloping of departing hooves.

"Oh, come on, wait!" You half-shouted after them, only for it to be blotted out by the slamming of the closet door.

You were left to just sit there, alone and blind in the middle of the living-room. Those two mischievous twins had inadvertently spun you in so many different directions during their jaded debate, that you weren't even going to bother finding the couch. There you sat, trying desperately to figure out what any of their seemingly random words had meant or how they connected to your situation at all. "What was Cloud talking about with the bar pick-ups?" "How does it pertain to anything now?" "How could they possibly implement any method they would use in a bar here?" "Why did Flitter not want to talk about it in front of you?" "What was so important about their bar pick-ups as teenagers?" "Are they just trying to catch me off-guard?" They wouldn't do anything too dominative to me, would they?" "They're not gonna give me anything I can't handle, right?" All at once did your mind scream these million-and-one little questions at you, and you were powerless to answer any one of them. They were far too many. You didn't know, and the only ones who did had safely locked themselves away in their closet, deliberately keeping the answers from you.

You gave a defeated sigh, plopping yourself back down on the floor from where you didn't know you'd been standing. A profound nervousness crept its way back into you, the same intense nervousness you'd felt earlier when Cloudchaser was upstairs, setting the scene for what would catalyze the events of this whole day. You felt very uncomfortable. Though the carpet was nice enough, the position you were sitting in was hurting your bad knee. You shuffled about in that one spot, vying to find a manner of sitting on flat ground without causing your poor throbbing knee anymore grief, for Celestia knows, it had already felt enough. You spent the near of a minute doing this just to find that curling up and laying on your side was as comfortable as it would get there on the ground.

"What could be taking them so long? They couldn't be planning something that big." You huffed barely aloud, defensively spreading your wings to cover your body like the blanket around your face was meant to be doing. You didn't know why you'd kept the blinder on, nor why you weren't trying to listen in on them. You didn't know whether that was owed to fatigue or sportsmanship. You decided on the former, as it had been a very strange, and exhausting day. Yet, as you sat there feeling sorry for your whole body, you knew it wasn't over. No, it wasn't over, not by a long shot. They both wanted you now, and they were each going to have you. Of this this you were quite certain.

After what felt like a year, your ears perked up, catching the long-awaited sound of the closet doorknob turning, and then by the door opening up. You raised you head from its resting position, craning it to the direction of the doorway, only to feel a hoof lovingly touch your lips before you could open them to speak shortly thereafter.

"Shhh... it's okay, no need to panic." Cloudchaser's changed voice hit your ear. It reminded you more of this morning than anything else had since, and just the sound of it caused your forehead to start beading.

"I-I wasn't panicking; I was--." You words halted as a muzzle connected with your own. A friendly, familiar tongue danced its way into your lips to meet yours once again. You sighed through your nose, opening your mouth wider to accommodate Cloudchaser's to the fullest. You heard the mare give a giggly moan as she brushed against the inner side of your teeth, feeling her lips curl to a smile as they pressed against yours. Her tongue thoroughly traced the soft inside of your cheek as well as the bumpy roof of your mouth before deciding once again that your tongue was the most entertaining plaything there. The two of you commanded a beauteous frolic, twirling around one another and rubbing taste buds together, your lips slurping and smacking now and again. It was bliss. You wrapped an arm around her head, pulling her as deeply into the kiss as you could without causing pain. Cloudchaser was quick to do the same, placing both hooves on your cheeks, occasionally choosing to traverse your head, stroking your now-unkempt mane.

As comfortable and content as you were to neck with the Pegasus the whole day through, your lungs were quickly beginning to burn out on you. That and you knew you had a show to start with them. You held the kiss as long as you possibly could, causing Cloudchaser to break the kiss, breathing like she would after a hard day at work. "You have... great... lungs." Cloud panted out, letting another giggle escape her throat. You smirked proudly, inhaling deeply yourself.

"Well yeah, I used to be on Cloudsdale's swim team. There, it's either get good lungs or drown." You chuckled, recalling the nostalgic memories fondly. "Why did you two leave me out here?" You asked the sudden question to the darkness, the blindfold still doing its job far too well.

"...Just talking about how to share you, babe." She cooed into your ear, her tongue brushing against it ever so slightly. That trick never seemed to loose its luster. You still gave a shiver of excitement in the act. Her sensuousness, the sheer lust in her voice, the thrill of what was to come with the both of them, you found the blood quickly began pumping to your member with a speed and readiness largely thanks to the release you'd denied yourself earlier for Flitter.

"A-and you two... decided what?" You stuttered nervously, feeling your cheeks burning a bright, shiny red. Cloudchaser gently directed you onto your side, then moved to hover over you, eventually laying her body down lightly on top of you. Fur merged with fur as she softly ground her form against yours. You gave a resigned sigh at the warmth of the mare atop your side, relaxing and letting your head gently come to rest on the carpeted floor. You were surprised at how nice it actually felt considering its scant simplicity.

The mare above you gave out a most feminine groan, though you could tell it hadn't been out of any physical pleasure. No, this had surely been from a memory in her own head. She pressed her heated body as closely against you as she could, bringing her panting mouth up to yours before speaking. "Oh, you're gonna love it." She moaned her words, as if she were already in the throes of intercourse. "....But, I can't tell you just yet; it's a surprise." She gave your cheek a firm, teasing lick after breathing her teasing words.

"C--can't I at least get a hint?" You asked somewhat timidly, tilting your head until you were once again muzzle-to-muzzle with the seductive mare.

Cloudchaser flicked her tongue across your lips, causing you to open them, expectant of yet another kiss. Instead of kissing you however, the mare only licked your tongue as you held your mouth open. You quickly got the idea and began dancing your muscle around hers as hot, steamy breaths were bountifully exchanged, you two's adventurous muscles free of the insides of either of your muzzles. The raw passion of the act combined with the thrilling promise of what was about to happen was almost too much for you to handle. You felt ready to jump out of your own skin. The lewd, open-air Prench kiss ended when Cloud pulled her tongue back into her mouth, giving an almost feral groan as she exhaled. "Don't worry; you won't have to wait much longer." She started grinding herself into you a bit more roughly than before, as if trying to get herself off just by contact with your body alone. "...Buck... Come on, Flitter, can't you hurry it up?!"

"No patience, no patience at all from you..." Came Flitter's rushed and exasperated philippic to her sister's impatient whinge, her hoof steps audibly trekking across the room. If you didn't know any better, you'd have thought that they sounded muffled by something for some reason. "Your turn, then we can finally get this started."

"...about bucking time..." Cloudchaser mumbled, springing off of you in a second. Though she stole away from you with purpose, you could just tell that every single fiber in her being was already more than willing to ravage you.

"Her turn for what?" You asked, turning your head to where you suspected Flitter was then standing.

"You'll see in a minute." Flitter spoke softly and kindly to you as her wing draped lightly over your stomach, both her tone and presence already feeling starkly different from that of the demanding, carnally needy Cloudchaser. The neatly preened feathers on your exposed barrel tickled you more than you thought they would, coaxing a light laugh from you before you could suppress it. In reflex, you quickly laid your hooves over the wing, hoping to prevent her from moving it even by an inch. "Oooh! Ticklish, are we?" She responded, quick to pick up your urgency.

"Oh, come on! I'm blind right now; how is that even fair?!" You retorted in a hurry, trying to make a fair point before the mare did anything more. The lovely sound of Flitter's giggle filled your ears before she spoke back.

"Fine, but next time will be different." Flitter sighed as she shifted about, coming to rest on her belly right beside you. You instantly rolled to face her, enveloping the entirety of her form in your wings, making sure her own were still placed comfortably at her sides. As you clung to her dearly, You felt a velvety type of cloth, much akin silk adorning her hooves. Curious, You traced cautiously across her Cutie Marks with searching hooves, earning a chaste shiver from Flitter.

"Even blindfolded... I can still see how beautiful you are." You whispered to her, smiling warmly as you touched the tip of your nose to hers. You knew for a fact that she absolutely adored romantic (and what could technically be considered cheesy) lines such as these, and if you did say so yourself, it became you quite nicely. You dug your hooves into her marks rather roughly after your statement had ended, not only eliciting a soft unsteady whimper from Flitter, but finding that the same materiel lacing her hooves was also covering the inner, more sacred part of her thighs and rump. It seemed as though Flitter had just gotten into Cloudchaser's lingerie collection. Coming to think of it, you inferred that this was the reason her hoof falls fell nearly silent to your ears, muffled as she'd entered the room, and you also deduced the reason they both were taking turns briefly leaving the room.

They were dressing themselves up for you.

Considerably more content with at least knowing a tidbit of their little game, you decided not to give it much more thought, given that the ravishing body here before you proved much more permeative to your mind than anything else. You continued feeling the little Pegasus up; you could hardly wait for the both of them to be ready. These sister were bad for you, and you couldn't even come close to giving a flying feather.

"Oh, Celestia!" Flitter gasped, clenching her flanks as you began caressing them all the harder. "W-wait a minute... once Cloud gets done... you can m-make me yours."

"Do I have to wait that long?" You breathed the question, lowering you head to her neck. You gave her warm, titillating throat a gentle nibble and began suckling on her furred skin as she tried semi-incoherently to reason with your primal impatience.

"You already made C-Cloud yours... Oh! I can't wait for this!" Flitter seemed to groan out over half of her words, any reasoning she might have once had all but melting away as her body spurred you to press on. She clutched at your sides with her stockinged hooves and pulled her petite body to press wantonly against your own, gyrating herself against you just to feel your coarser coat pierce her much softer fur. You soon felt the mounds of her pantie-clad treasury sliding across your right thigh, and you could swear that the thick silk was already damp. You continued to nip and nibble at her neck, keeping your hooves glued obsessively to her supple haunches, molding and squeezing her plush cheeks to your contentment. Flitter panted into your ear, squirming around in your embrace, desperately trying to get somehow closer to your body, even though it was an impossibility for her to do so.

"Alright, alright, quit hogging him already and let's do this." The brief whooshing sound of wings on landing along with Cloudchaser's pumped voice alighted your ears, barely enough for you to notice with Flitter's near-swoon in your right one.

"Oh, thank Luna! Let's go!" Flitter rolled off of you and leaped into the air, nearly bumping into the ceiling, her wings keeping her aloft a good few feet above you. You, still being blind, still didn't have much of an idea of what was going on, despite your meager previous discovery. You immediately felt Flitter's silk hooves grasp your right fetlock, and the unmistakably rubbery clinginess of a latex glove seize your left, both staunchly different fetlocks pulling you quickly to your hooves. With you now firmly upright, still no more aware of your surroundings as when you were lying down, Flitter began guiding you from the front with her sweet, newly-perfumed tail, whilst Cloudchaser ushered you along by your backside in a rather suggestive fashion.

"Are you two gonna to do what I think you're gonna do?" You asked as you trotted up the stairs, Flitter's tail never unwrapping itself from the back of your neck.

"Depends... what do you think we're gonna do?" Cloudchaser asked, suddenly brushing an outstretched hoof against your sheath. You gave a short gasp at the sudden touch, feeling your blood flow begin to avert its course ever more urgently back to your nether regions. You had been right about her wearing latex gloves on her hooves, as not only did you hear a faint stretching sound coming from her forehoof, but it was impossible to mistake the material used to fondle you freely. It was strange, considering you never found a set of undergarments in her bottom drawer made of such a substance.

"If this whole day's been a dream, then for buck's sake don't wake me up..." You mumbled to yourself more than to the girls. Hearing your own voice, you were willing to admit that you were definitely on a high, as it sounded much more moonstruck than you'd expected. While Flitter couldn't hear you over her own labored breathing and nervous thoughts, Cloud could hear it plain as day. The mare skipped forward a bit so that she was at your side rather than behind you as she gave you a response that could only be described as confidence-shattering.

"Don't you worry, babe, the only thing you have to worry about is us wearin' you out."

The Perfect Treat

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.

As with all chapters, please let me know what you thought of the ending, and be on the lookout for any Grammatical flaws. If there just so happen to be any that have escaped us somehow, please let us know so that we can go kill ourselves.

Mortal pains aside, thank you all so much for reading this far, and we hope you thoroughly enjoy this final chapter.

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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