Winged Desires

Flitter leaned over the side of the rail, watching the human frolicking the water. He seemed to be having a good time. Considering how long it had been since Night Glider disappeared under the water with his pants, she rather suspected that she was as well. She could almost hear the sounds of their excitement from the house. She would have to admit she might be just a little bit jealous that the other mare had gotten to him first. Sure, it wasn’t exactly like she was sex starved. Ponies were hardly prudish, nor overly worried about limiting themselves to one sex or another. Not that straight, gay or lesbian ponies didn’t exist at all. They were as much a part of the world as they were where humans came from. The equine society simply put less stock in who wanted to put what into what part of whose body. With the obvious requirement that you only do so to someone who has (and can) agree, the rest was up in the air.

Still, until recently, the options had been limited to mares and stallions by necessity. With a few divergences towards Diamond Dogs or Gryphons, there simply wasn’t much variety. Those two were aggressive lovers, too. It was in their predatory nature, to take what they wanted. Which, if they wanted you, and you wanted to be unable to sit down for a week after their rough rutting, meant it would work out for everyone. Stallions were gentler, as a rule, but what they lacked in aggression they were more than capable of making up for in raw power and physicality. They were the size of coke bottles and the length of a mare’s forearm, and could ride all night. Which, again, that was just fine. If that’s what you were looking for. As a result, the mix of Equestria’s comparatively lax sexual morals, with her own favored celebrity status, meant that she was certainly spoiled for choice when it came to finding someone willing to share her bed, pure facts of proximity meant that the abundance of lovers didn’t translate to a variety of lovemaking styles.

At any rate, she was on a vacation from regular Wonderbolt events. She could make that a vacation from being railed by bulging stallions and overeager gryphons as well. There was just something undeniably attractive about the way that the human thrashed in his struggles to get himself to the raft. Most stallions could just power through. But whatever Night Glider was doing under the cover of the water was, well, effective to say the least. She rarely got a chance to be in control in bed. Not that she couldn’t or didn’t at all, but there was usually just so much to handle. Submissive stallions were a lot of things, but without heavy bondage, they tended not to exactly come off as helpless. She wasn’t someone who wanted total control in every situation. Just a little experimenting with having someone under her command, enhancing the power that she could draw on by being able to play with the physical power differential. You could only have so much control over someone half the size who you can barely fit inside you. With a human, even if they could be a bit taller, they lacked magic. With their superior lung capacity and flying skills, there was always something a pegasus could do that no human could. That something had the power to drive away the constant reminder that the person submitting to you only did so because of the prior arrangement.

That wasn’t to say that she wanted to force herself on someone, no, never that... She had a proper respect for other people’s desires and consent. It was more that those light forms of power play - Not tying someone down in heavy rubber, which while effective was still rather crass, just pushing and taunting - were based on the lovely little lie that the power imbalance was real, and when the lie is based on controlling a guy twice your size, suspension of disbelief could get stretched as far as her vaginal passage. Someone who was more reasonably endowed, still discovering how far his body could go in a sexual situation. It was a chance to have the sort of control that you couldn’t get with the overactive predators, or the overpowering stallions. To have him red-faced, moaning as she manipulated his sex, teaching him new things about what his body and hers was capable of, to...

“I didn’t notice it was raining.”

Her friend’s voice cut through her drifting thoughts. She looked up at the clear blue sky.

“Raining? I don’t think it’s raining.”

“Oh...” She heard a light, teasing chuckle, “Oh, I could see how you could miss it...” She heard the sound of her friend crouching down, “It looks like a very... Localized... Storm.”

She could feel Cloudchaser’s hot breath against her nether regions, and shivered involuntarily. Perhaps she had been getting a little distracted, and as a result, her lower reaches had been getting extremely wet.

“But there’s definitely some extremely severe precipitation down here...” She felt a hoof rub along her inner thigh slowly “Yep... And I’m fairly certain this wasn’t scheduled, either...” Another low giggle, “Well... In my duties as a weather marshal... I suppose I should try to drain away the excess. We don’t want to cause a flood. I’ll try to get it in one go...” Her friend’s broad tongue rubbed against her lower lips, “Watch out... This is gonna be a storm.”

Cloudchaser’s oral muscle dragged along her dripping lips. She couldn’t resist a low moan as the other woman teased her dripping passage. She’d barely realized how worked up she’d been, but Cloud did have almost a sixth sense for knowing when her friend needed a little bit of unwinding, and with the way that Night was running their caretaker’s stamina ragged, she knew she’d have to wait for a while before she would be able to enjoy that particular exotic treat. So until she got the chance with him, she would have to settle for the oral attention of her childhood friend. Which was hardly an imposition, as that broad and powerful tongue slipped between her lower lips. Her whole body shivered as Cloud teased her from the aroused wetness of a fantasy to full-on dripping from her lower lips. She could feel the heat of her own juices and Cloud’s saliva on her strong, toned thighs, her arousal falling in rivulets down the contours of her leg muscles. Each lap of her tongue drove her arousal onward. Her wings unfurled, and her head slowly rolled back as her friend’s well-trained tongue worked its magic on her body. Every lick by the broad, dripping underside felt strong enough to lift her off the ground on her friend’s muzzle, while each press of the tip to each tiny, individual spot made her shiver at the scientific assault on her senses.

For just a second or two, she was given a small amount of respite from her friend’s teasing of the outside of her pussy. Enough to allow herself a chance to catch a breath, but not long enough for two, as she felt the edge of her tongue tease along her puffy pussy lips. The lovely mare circled around her dripping cunt for a few seconds, before angling her tongue around and pushing it all the way in. Flitter felt Cloudchaser grab her hips and pull her backwards, the other mare taking her well in hoof and grinding her muzzle against Flitter’s lower lips, slipping her tongue deep inside and lapping at Flitter’s soaked passage. The still-standing mare arched her back and moaned long and low, and was treated to that broad tongue diving deeper into her folds. She put her head down on her fore-hooves, groaning out as she began to lose herself in Cloudchaser’s oral attention. Her eyes clenched tight as she tried to hold on, not out of competition, though she loved to compete, but simply out of a desire to preserve the sensations her friend sent through her shuddering body. It was incredible, and it was not going to last long, at this rate. She could feel her orgasm starting already, her body beginning to quake as the climax built. She bit her lower lip, holding on for just another few seconds, before her body was sent rollicking over the climactic edge.

The mare’s tongue cork-screwed inside her. Sweat dripped from her brow as she felt her grip on her body slipping. Cloudchaser unfurled it and buried it deep into her, and she cried out and burst. Her orgasm could be held back no longer. She let out a cry she was sure that the pair below must have heard, and came. Her juices began to splash out from her pussy, draining out into her friend’s mouth. That thought just got her that much more excited. She loved the taste of cum, hers and anyone else’s, and just thinking about someone drinking her nectar made her whole body shake and another orgasm rocked her.

“Ahhhh, yeeees!” She cried to the sky, to the bay, to the forest on the other side. She couldn’t hold back the excitement and the sensation. Even if she had tried to hold back the gasp she couldn’t, her body wanted the world to know how hard, fast, and hot her friend had her cumming. Without her own conscious control, she felt her hips grinding back against her muzzle, held as still as they could be by those hooves, wings spread out wide. Her muscles shook, seized, and spasmed as the orgasm overtook her, tongue lolling out. The thoughts of the human and their other friend below were nearly gone from her mind as she shuddered and squirted her juices on Cloudchaser’s muzzle, cumming long and hard before finally beginning to wind down from the powerful orgasm.

She rested her head on her hooves, breathing deep after the long, and in a way, exhausting experience. She spoke softly to her friend.

“That... Was incredible.”

“Did I say it was all over?” Cloudchaser asked, “I think this storm is going to be a long one. It’ll take more than that to finish.”

The other mare tried to dive her muzzle back between her legs, but she shifted out of position for it. “Oh no you don’t. It’s my turn to have some fun.” Having her lower reaches licked like that had certainly put her in the mood to get a little taste of mare herself.

“Aww, but I’m the weather marshal!” she faux-whined, “Ya gotta let me finish the storm.”

“And I,” she responded, “Am the better Wonderbolt, and I’m saying that you gotta delay it.”

“Wait, since when were you better?”

“Since I just said.”

“I’m better, though!”

“I said it first!” She turned and pounced on her friend. They rolled around on the open porch, first one on top, then the other, playfully wrestling until.

“EEP!” Flitter felt the wood beneath her head give way, leaving it dangling over a drop. “Okay, fine, let’s settle it!” She eased herself back into a more stable position on the landing, “The one who makes the other orgasm first is the better Wonderbolt”

Her friend laughed at that suggestion, “Fine. I don’t think this storm is over yet, then.” Cloudchaser repositioned herself, pressing her own dripping pussy up against Flitter’s muzzle, and Flitter felt that tongue press back against her cunt.

“Alright, ready?” Cloud asked.

“Ready,” Flitter answered.

“On three.” Cloud announced

“Sure,” she grinned

“ONETWOTHREE!” Cloud immediately shoved her muzzle back into Flitter’s nether-regions, not giving the mare on the bottom time to respond. Mouth open, lips locked to lower lips, and tongue right back to work on the pussy that Cloud had already proved she knew well. Flitter’s head rolled back again, and she grasped onto her friend’s hips and sides as she reeled from the ambush, her friend going full steam ahead right into her cunt which had already been pre-soaked in more ways than one. Cloud was picking up where she left off, even suckling a little and taking Flitter’s folds into her mouth. She was a Wonderbolt, and hardly one to give up and give in quickly, but what she wasn’t was a liar, which was what she’d have to be to deny the pleasure that her friend rolled through her body. She gasped for air, she needed to calm down. She closed her legs around Cloudchaser’s head, and pressed herself in close, pawing at the slender yet still powerful muscles of her friend’s back.

“NNngg... No... Fair...” She panted, as she fought to regain her self-control from Cloud’s aggressive tonguing. It wouldn’t be an easy task, by any measure, but she did have her pride, and that wouldn’t allow her to just lie back and take the tantalizing oral treatment. She kept in mind the advice that she’d learned in a brief sojourn into Neighpon, and focused on letting the sensations roll through her. To be one with the pleasure without succumbing to it.

It took a bit of time and effort, but she was soon able to control herself, at least enough that she could return her attention to her friend’s own clenching hole. Her hips slid down (or up, if you wanted to look at it) to Cloudchaser’s lovely round rump, and she used that for the leverage to pull herself back up to her friend’s wet and winking pussy. She pressed her lips to it, and began to put as much pleasure back into Cloud as she was getting, lapping at her. She felt her friend’s pussy spreading for her powerful tongue, juices beginning to drip out of her. This may still have been the early goings of their little erotic contest, but that was no reason to hold back. She felt more and more of her best friend’s sweet nectar along her tongue, drawing as much of those feminine juices out of Cloud as she could. Exploring every wet inch of her friend’s passage, gathering her juices on her tongue and rolling them around in her mouth. She was gratified by a low moan in response to her treatment. Her hands rubbed along Cloud’s plump round ass cheeks, and the moans grew louder. Admittedly, the long low moans that vibrated against her cunt didn’t make the tasking of continuing to hold off any easier. Nor did the taste of Cloudchaser’s tangy pre-orgasmic juices rolling across her tongue, the taste tantalized her taste buds. There was nothing sweeter to her than orgasmic fluids.

She had to keep her head clear, as hard as that was to do when you’re buried muzzle-deep in your best friend’s cunt, taking her juice with the intensity of a vampire bat ravaging an orchard. She gave another light spank to Cloudchaser’s lovely plump ass, and the resulting moan was just as satisfying as the way it jiggled, just enough on it to tantalize without compromising the firm power of the equine aerial ace, nor the iconic sleek profile of a pegasus in motion. Both hooves pressed hard on her full cheeks, massaging her ass as she turned this into a double-pronged attack, cunt being worked while her ass was pumped and patted. She knew how hard it could be to resist squirming for any sort of anal situation. The scent glands in their tailholes were used to signal arousal and availability to nearby stallions, and while they had evolved to the point that one could simply ask, that hadn’t changed the amount to which the pony’s ass was an erogenous zone, a center for pleasure and, in this case, a wonderful tool to use in their little sexual duel. Her friend’s moans only grew louder and she grew bolder. She knew it could be a bit risky to try to change position in a situation like this, but wanted to drive home her advantage in the erotic contest. She squeezed her legs harder along Cloud’s head, repositioned her hooves to those hips, and tried to give one quick buck and turn to put Cloudchaser on her back.

She flexed her legs, her hips, her forearms. At first, nothing happened, but after a couple more seconds of struggle, she had Cloud pinned down beneath her. Her hooves repositioned just a bit to roll along her thick ass cheeks once more, and she pulled her tongue from Cloud’s pussy, just for a second, so she could press the flat of it against her wet, wide hole, with special attention being paid to the pressure put to her stiff clit. It paid off with dividends, as Cloudchaser gave a long gasp and moan, and she could swear she heard a muffled ‘Ah, Celestia!’ from Cloud’s lips buried against her own cunt. Even if her lips had been trying to deny how close Cloud was to an orgasm, her pussy couldn’t lie. The juices swelled out along the other Wonderbolt’s lower lips, pre glistening on her thighs and stomach. Flitter could hardly pass on such an enticing feast, and drove back between her legs, tongue twisting and rolling through Cloudchaser’s vulnerable sex. Flitter loved the taste, the texture, the feel of a mare’s cunt juices spilling out into her tongue. Her own pussy was dripping and wings spreading at the thought of the rush of fluids that would soon spread out through her muzzle. Cloud was trapped beneath her, shaking and shivering. It was time for her to execute her own sexual coup-de-gras on the shaking and shivering mare who she had teased up to the edge of an overpowering orgasm.

Flitter dug her tongue deep into Cloudchaser’s cunt, and suckled on the soft yet subtly powerful flesh within. She wrapped her hooves tighter around Cloud’s back, and pulled upwards, while suckling on her cunt. She was going to get those juices she craved so badly. She pulled herself up into a kneeling position, clutching Cloud’s hips and ass, and displaying her spread wings for all to see. Her calves crossed closer behind her friend’s back, and she shuddered at the light groan of helplessness that it netted. Cloudchaser knew she was beat, and they both knew that her orgasm was Flitter’s to command. She soon would have the cum she so desperately craved flowing between her lips. She made sure there was no way out, no hint of a possibility of escape, before beginning her personal final sequence.

She repositioned one hoof a bit lower, holding her by the small of her back, so she could pull the other one away for a moment. She gave an deep moan to shake Cloud’s cunt, and reached her other hoof higher. Then, she finished her all at once. She ground her hips hard against Cloud’s muzzle, and brought her hoof roughly down on her friend’s beautiful ass, giving a flat smack across her cheeks, a spank that was more loud than painful, and a love-nip on the cunt-flesh in her mouth. Neither was hard enough to deliver any true pain, but both were undoubtedly effective at the task of bringing her friend to a rolling orgasm.

It certainly worked. If Flitter’s cunt hadn’t been blocking Cloud’s muzzle, she was sure the cry of orgasm would have echoed every bit as loud as hers or Spitfire’s was. Her orgasmic juices practically exploded into Flitter’s mouth, and the very taste was nearly enough to spark her own orgasm against Cloud’s. Her friend’s spasming pussy expelled burst after burst of marecum, like the gushing of a breaking dam, dancing across her tongue. It was all she could do to take in and swallow what she was being given, but she was determined not to let a single drop of her friend’s juices go to waste. There was nothing in the world that quite had the taste of cum, mare or stallion, nothing that could tantalize the taste buds quite the way that a pony’s - Or gryphon’s, Diamond Dog’s, or even, she assumed, human’s - Cum could. If she could bury her muzzle any deeper between those legs, to get at even another drop of the spurting liquid, she would. Sure, it was the taste of victory in this little erotic contest, but even more than that, it was the taste of the greatest type of power. The power to bring pleasure and satisfaction to others, to bring them to previous unknown, joyous heights while she lapped up the result of her carnal encounter. She lapped, sucked, and twisted her muzzle and lips until she was sure there wasn’t a drop left to be taken from this orgasm, before releasing her friend back to the now far more wet wood of the porch.

She didn’t, however, release her head, instead keeping it stuck against her own pussy. She heard a low, inquisitive grunt, and turned back to Cloud.

“I think...” She grinned, “I just proved that I’m the better Wonderbolt... And now it’s time that I take my prize. Finish the storm work” she teased.

Cloud didn’t listen, instead, her hooves pressed on Flitter’s hips, and she tried to pull back. Their little power play, however, wasn’t quite finished, and both of them knew it. Cloud’s struggles were more about getting her ‘win’ back than about avoiding one of the pair’s favorite pastimes, copious cunnilingus. The mare loved to be facefucked, and you couldn’t exactly do that without some struggle. She smirked and clenched her legs tighter around Cloud’s head, keeping it trapped up against her cunt. The slight breaths that her friend was able draw teased her folds with every hot exhalation against her pussy. She leaned forward on her hooves even as she pressed her knees back towards the ground, finding the perfect angle to get a real squeeze on Cloudchaser’s head and neck, keep her as trapped and controlled as her friend secretly loved to be in sexual situations. She felt the struggles beginning to lessen, and that tongue came out again, teasing the outside of her sex. She shook her hips a little making sure Cloudchaser was as buried between her folds as the lovely mare could be, and began rolling her hips to draw as much pleasure out of her team-mate’s muzzle as she could, relishing in the little whimpers, moans, pants, and kisses her domination extracted from the sexually outdone Wonderbolt. Her own orgasm growing as she savored the taste still pressed on her lips, and the way that her friend squirmed.

Each press of that hoof on her ass, each kiss to her cunt, each twist and squirm more proof of her sexual skill. She turned her head to watch the pair on the raft. The human was pumping Night roughly from behind now, or at least as roughly as a human would be able to take the mare’s tight ass. She laughed to herself.

“It’s a shame you can’t see what they’re up to” She teased her friend, and pulled her muzzle tighter to her as a reminder of just why she couldn’t, how stuck she was in the prison of flesh that Flitter had wrapped around her. Flitter’s own orgasm was growing for the little groans and pants.

“He’s... Really taking her.” Her voice was high and half-broken by the arousal of rolling along her companion’s muzzle, “Fucking her hard... Wish you could watch...” The taunting made Cloud whimper a bit erotically and redouble her oral attention, the orgasm growing deep in Flitter’s core.

Her voice was broken by pants as she narrated the events for her team-mate, her pussy juices beginning to flow freely, “G-gonna have so much fun with that guy... Really... G-gonna get a shot at the humie myself... Nnngg... ‘Cause I’m the best wonderbolt.”

She shuddered as she felt her friend at suckling and twisting tongue movements to the mix, as eager to get her off as she herself was, “Best Bolt... Hottest bolt... Hottest tongue... Hottest mouth...” She rattled off her own praises as she was serviced, wings spreading wide once more.

“G-gonna suck that human cock... G-gonna ride it... G-gonna find out how it tastes... Oh yeah... G-gonna taste all that cum... Gonna suck th-those balls j-just plain dry!” A shudder shook her whole body and drew a whimper of pain as well as desperation from her friend. It was followed by little aftershocks as she felt that orgasm growing and was happy to take it.

“Y-yeah... L-look at him... L-look at the pair of them!” She exclaimed, and bit her lip as she tried to even process all the sensations being derived from Cloudchaser’s lips and tongue twisting around her, “Th-that’s gonna be me! G-gonna get him! H-his cum!” She exclaimed, and her leg muscles spasming and pushing her friend around and against her.

“H-his cock! G-gonna fuck him and make him c-c-cum... A... And I’m... I’m gonna c-cum s-so hard! F-for him! G-gonna have th-th-that human stud in the... Center of my hoof...” Her hips were shaking, and totally not under her control any more...

“‘Cause I’m the hottest... I’m the fastest... I’m the sexiest... I’m... The...” She cut herself off with a long groan, and finished “I’M THE BEST WONDERBOOOOOOOOOLT!” She cried out, and her own orgasmic cry sync’d up perfectly with the one given by the mare on the raft, both of them cumming and moaning at once. Her juices flooded her facefucked friend, squirting along her muzzle, muscles, legs, whole body spasming, wings spread out as she came hard on Cloudchaser’s muzzle. Her eyes rolled back as she cried out and buried Cloud in her, splashing out juices heavily across her best friend, staining the wood with her marecum. It looked like there had been a storm now, if a highly, indeed suspiciously localized one, as she came and shook over her friend’s trapped muzzle, her inner walls milking at that broad tongue.

Finally, the orgasm died down, and she allowed herself to flop off of Cloud, and lie back, breathing deep and taking in the gorgeous view. That may have been enough sex for one day. At least for one few hours or so. That didn’t mean she was done, though, not at all. Their vacation was just beginning, and their cute little caretaker was going to be in for quite an experience.

She heard her friend breathing heavily as well, coughing and panting once she’d been freed from her little pussy prison. She looked over to Cloud to make sure she was alright, and was relieved to see a broad smile across her friend’s face.

“That... Was awesome.” Her friend panted.

“Y-yeah... Definitely.” She looked up, watching the sun and clouds across the sky. She wasn’t sure how long she’d been doing it, when her friend seemed to have caught her breath enough to ask.

“So... You mean what ya say about goin’ after the caretaker?”

“Oh yeah.” She laughed, still high on the rush of power and sex, “He isn’t gonna know what milked him. I’ll be the ride of his life.”

Her friend giggled, “You think you’ll be that good, huh?”

She turned to look Cloudchaser in her eyes. “Oh, Cloudy...” She grinned, “Just you watch me.”