A Relationship Rekindled At Translucent Lake

by Enigmatic Otaku

Rating: mature
Tags: Sex, Slice of Life, Alternate Universe, Human, Romance, Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 8054

Prism Bolt--son the legendary Wonderbolt duo Rainbow Dash and Soarin--invites his girlfriend, Whirlwind, to his family's old lakeside cabin for the weekend.

Prism Bolt--son the legendary Wonderbolt duo Rainbow Dash and Soarin--invites his girlfriend, Whirlwind, to his family's old lakeside cabin for the weekend after being given another chance by her, hoping to rekindle what their relationship once had before their first breakup back when they were teenagers.

So far, he's finding it very difficult not to get caught staring at her recently developed, rather buxom chest, something that Whirlwind might take full advantage of during their stay.

Characters are over 18 and set in the humanized version of the Kilalaverse.

Commissioned by Ebony Stallion and cover art by FenRox.

Also, kilala97, the artist and creator of the kilalaverse, came up with a very inserting concept for humanized ponies that this story uses.

Basically, they're ordinary-looking humans, except the earth ponies are stronger than average, unicorns can use magic, and pegasi can do...well, this:
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Published 2016-02-26 07:10:01 UTC
Last updated 2016-02-26 07:10:01 UTC

Time Alone To Reconnect

"Alright, we're here," Prism Bolt casually announced, beads of sweat rolling down the sides of his head as he slowed the aging red farmtruck to a halt before taking his foot off the gas pedal and applying the parking break. Sitting besides him in the passenger seat, and incessantly fanning herself with a magazine in order to find some relief from this dreadful heat, was Whirlwind; her black tank top, which was straining to contain her rather buxom chest, had turned a shade darker after absorbing her perspiration.

It sure was nice of Del to lend them his family's spare truck for their little 'outing', as it shortened the time quite considerably, but, seeing that it was an older vehicle that was borderline neglected on the Apple property, the couple soon learned near the beginning of their trip that the air conditioner was kaput, forcing them to drive for miles in a metal box that was baking them under the summer sun. Rolling the windows down only did so much, but, finally, after enduring what was essentially a sauna on wheels, they had made it to their destination, a clearing besides a mountain within a forest of trees were they would leave the truck there and make the rest of the way on their own.

The purpose of their trip? Well, just like their relationship, it was a bit complicated. You see, Prism and Whirlwind--or 'Dubz' as he normally refers to her by, a nickname only the two of them share the reason as to why he calls her that--were longtime childhood friends, and, in fact, despite his parents being Rainbow Dash and Soarin', the famous and legendary duo of the Wonderbolts, she was the one who helped him through a time in his young life when he was actually terrified of flying. When their friendship then later progressed into their teenage years, and they both had simultaneously enlisted as trainees in the Wonderbolt Academy, they became more than friends and decided to date one another.

It was a relationship that worked for a while, but came to an abrupt halt when Whirlwind later broke it off with him. Apparently, not only had Prism Bolt inherited his mother's innate talent for flying but also her inflated ego. In short, their conversations were mostly one-sided and his reckless, showboating attitude, which had earned him a horizontal scar spanning over the bridge of his nose, were traits she could no longer put up with. But, despite them no longer being a couple, they still remained friends, often confusing those who knew them as to whether or not they were still together.

Years of rigorous flight training later, after they both had hit the age of nineteen while maintaining a steady, albeit awkward friendship, they one day confided in one another and learned that they still shared romantic feelings. He missed what they once had and she, seeing that his annoying quirks which had put her off in the first place had died down as he got older and slightly more mature, decided to give him another chance.

Now in the present, and having recently gotten some free time from their training schedules on account of the arrival of summer, as well as remembering the fact that his parents owned a lakeside cabin up in the mountains, Prism proposed the idea of secluding themselves there to see if they could fully recapture that certain 'spark' they once shared. At first, Whirlwind was against the notion, but when he then mentioned the neighboring lake, and that it would be completely to themselves, as opposed to the dense hordes of people swarming Ponyvile's local swimming hole, she was suddenly all up for it.

Honestly, it was a choice between swimming in lake water that Little Timmy and all his little friends probably peed in and water he most certainly did not.

"Phew, finally!" Whirlwind happily exclaimed, immediately unbuckling her seat belt and opening the passenger-side door as soon as the truck stopped, stepping out into less sweltering air. "Mmm, I'm tellin' ya, Prism," she then said, rotating her neck and shoulders which had gotten stiff hours ago, "next time, if there is a next time, lets not drive here..."

After stepping out of the truck, and wincing when bits of the faded and chipped paint fell off the Sweet Apple Acres logo when he slammed the driver side door shut, Prism looked over the vehicle and answered her.

"What, you'd rather we fly under the hot ass sun while carrying all our shit?" As if to make his point, he reached into the back of the truck, retrieved his backpack--which was made hefty by the supplies within it meant to last them the entire weekend--and hoisted it over his shoulder. "Nuh-uh, Dubz. You wanna keel over from heatstroke before we even get anywhere close to the cabin, you go ahead--be my guest. Meanwhile, as the vultures are peckin' at ya, I'll be taking a few laps in that cool lake water."

Sweating up a storm, and shading her eyes with a hand as she attempted to catch a small glimpse of the sun glaring down almost angrily at them from high up above, Whirlwind responded with, "Alright, alright--point taken."

Unable to bear its harsh rays any longer, she grabbed her own backpack from the truck, unzipped it, then procured a plastic water bottle from it. After twisting the cap off, Whirlwind greedily brought the bottle's neck to her lips and took a hearty swig from it, her face soon contorting in disgust when she discovered that the once refrigerated liquid had heated up along the drive. Forcing herself another swig, she then raised the bottle above herself and emptied its contents over her face, the water cascading down the rest of her body and drenching her already damp clothes as it made the weather somewhat more tolerable for her.

"Oh man, so much better," she muttered in satisfaction to no one in particular as she parted her soaked bangs from obscuring her vision, the slightest breeze on her damp skin felt so refreshing compared to a few moments ago. Looking over the hood of the truck, and spotting Prism slip his arms through his backpack's straps while sweating just as heavily as she was, Whirlwind slipped her hand into her own pack and drew a second water bottle from it. "Yo, Prism," she then called to him, brandishing the water bottle. "Want one? They're kind of on the warm side, but, eh, you know, it's better than nothing. Heh, best we stave off the vultures until we make it to the lake."

Finished with locking the sternum straps' latches over his chest, Prism nodded as he wiped his brow and turned to her. "Sure, toss me one, Du--" Once he faced her, he was unable to finish that sentence, as the sight of Whirlwind had caused his mind to cease functioning properly. Her short sky blue and cloud white hair, still in its usual windswept style, was, just like the rest of her body, absolutely drenched, dripping water as her bangs, waterlogged and drooping, worked to conceal her eyes that were of the purest cerulean. Her tan complexion, covered in a thin sheen of water and still as flawless as ever, practically glistened under the summer sun. Lastly, and this was the main factor that brought Prism's mind to a standstill, the water had caused her tank top to cling even tighter to her, further highlighting her impeccable bust; his eyes were strongly drawn to the sight of water droplets as they rolled down her two magnificent mounds before disappearing into her cleavage.

Realizing straightaway that he was staring intently, and not towards her eyes, Whirlwind adopted a pensive expression, as she came up with a pretty good and accurate assumption as to what he was so fixated on. She long believed that her body was done developing, but, lo and behold, she was slowly, over the course of the last few months, forced to switch from a B-cup sports-bra to a C, then a D when that one was no longer sufficient. Suddenly she found herself the center of unwanted attention whenever she walked into a room, and her body's new addition, while not exactly a hindrance to her flying ability, was still something she would have to learn to adjust to.

"Hey uh, Prism," she shrewdly said with a click of her tongue, leaning forward in an enticing display as she coyly tugged at her tank top's strap with a finger. "You um, do remember what color my eyes are, right?"

"Hmm?" he sounded, his wide, unblinking gaze never leaving her chest. "Uh, y-yeah--'course I do! They're um...they're..." Closing his eyes, he sighed with a mirthful smile on his face. "Ok, Dubz, I'm gonna level with you. I know that you know that I know what color they are--but, uh, staring at your tits, yeah, I'm kind of drawing a blank here."

"Hmph," she huffed as she rolled her eyes in amusement. "Anyway, here, drink up," she said, tossing him the water bottle.

Deftly catching it in one swipe of his hand, Prism swiftly uncapped it and brought the drink to his waiting lips. Slowly raising the bottle higher as he guzzled it, Prism didn't seem to register that the water was warm, as his eyes, almost as if by some magnetic force, were drawn to her chest again. Whirlwind, seeing that he clearly wasn't even trying to make an effort to hide his ogling, deiced to ogle back.

And why wouldn't she? Prism himself had traits that she considered attractive. For starters, he was a bit taller than her, which she chalked up as a plus, had broad shoulders, a nice, fair complexion, and an excellent athletic build which he earned from years of flight training with her. His short prismatic hair, while not exactly a full rainbow like his mother's, was still aesthetically pleasing to the eye. That, coupled with his keen emerald eyes and eye-catching facial scar, gave him this outgoing and robust look that certainly turned more girls' heads than just Whirlwind's.

Finishing off the last of his water with a satisfied exhale, Prism tossed the empty plastic container into the truck, then wiped his mouth with a forearm as he turned towards the treeline.

"Right, well, cabin and the lake are just over that small nearby mountain, so it should be a pretty short flight from here." After raising his arms to form an X over his head, he promptly drew them back down and apart, summoning his mighty wings of midnight blue feathers. Right when he was about to give them a strong flap to rise off the ground, he stopped and instead turned to Whirlwind. "Well?" he asked, wondering why she was just standing there all pensively. "Aren't you gonna draw out your wings?"

Her eyes wandered as she rubbed the back of her neck. "Yeeeah, about that... You see, since we're out here in the great outdoors, I thought we'd see some of it up close instead of just, you know, flying over it..."

Straight-facing, Prism dismissed a wing, gestured towards her, and responded with, "It's 'cause of your gazungas, isn't it..?"

"Eeyup," she answered without skipping a beat, perfectly mimicking Del's uncle. Moments later, Whirlwind shrugged. "Eh, what can I say? I still haven't gotten used to flying with these babies, and besides, you're right: it's way too hot to be doing any flying. Wasn't there some story about a guy who died because he flew too close to the sun or something? Anyway, let's just hike around it; I'm seeing that there's plenty of trees, so at least we'll be under the shade as he make our way towards the cabin."

Raising his wing to cast a shadow over himself, Prism figured that she had a point, as he could feel his feathers growing warmer by the second under the intense, harsh sunlight. Returning his wing into an arm, Prism rolled his eyes as he clutched his backpack's straps and made for the treeline.

"Alright, fine, Dubz. But let's hurry it up--I'm just itching to get into that lake."

"Thanks Prism!" Whirlwind said, securing her own backpack in place as she caught up to him, planting a quick, surprising kiss on his cheek before running enthusiastically ahead.

Stunned, Prism just stood there, his wide, forward-facing eyes unblinking as his unsteady hand raised to cup the area where her soft, supple lips had touched his skin. It really had been a long time, as that small gesture of affection had easily stopped him in his tracks. Sure, he'd spent plenty of time with her after their initial breakup as 'still friends', but, silently, he missed her the entire time, he missed them.

"Yo, Prism!" Whirlwind soon called back to him from the distance, shaking him from his stupor. "You trying to grow roots there, or what?! Pick up the pace, slow poke! If you don't, I'll be done swimming by the time you finally get there, and then you'd miss out on seeing me in my new swim suit~!"

Well, shit. If that wasn't enough incentive for Prism to kick up dust, then he didn't know what was...

Nearly half an hour later, their goal was finally within sight; a small yet homely cabin built upon a grass clearing, sitting besides a sparkling, shimmering lake. As they left the sea of trees behind them and made their way to what would be their lodgings for the next few days, they couldn't help but stare in awe at the majestic body of water as they neared it. It was beyond picturesque, as the water was so clear that it was practically transparent; within the greenish-blue vastness of the watery depth they could spot schools of fish freely swimming to and fro, a layer of round stones of various shapes and sizes lining the bottom, and, as they stepped over the sandy shore and got closer to it, their reflections.

"Wow," Whirlwind marveled as she crouched, thinking her finger would make contact with another when she dipped it curiously into the water. "It's like looking into a mirror! And better yet--it's nice and cool!"

Beaming a wholehearted and content smile, Prism crossed his arms over his chest in triumph. "See, what'd I tell ya. Was it worth the trip or what?" However, as much as he wanted nothing more than to just dive right in there and cool off, there was still one matter that needed to be dealt with. "Here," he said, unhooking his backpack and offering it to Whirlwind. "Unload our stuff in the cabin. If I'm remembering this right from the last time I was here, then the rock by the door is one of those fake ones and the key should be right in it."

"Hmm?" she responded with a curious cock of her head, standing up and accepting his pack. "And where are you off to?"

He pointed a thumb back to the cabin. "Just the back. Got to crank up the ol' generator; thing's an ancient model and takes forever to warm up, so I've got to get that out of the way first if we want lights later on when night falls. Don't worry, it shouldn't take me more than a few minutes to get it up and running."

"Oh, well, alright. I guess we can go for a swim in the meantime while we wait for the power to come on; that or baking to death." Walking towards the cabin's front door, Whirlwind, soon sporting a sly grin, winked at him in passing and said, "Just don't take too long, ya hear? Otherwise, you'd miss the grand unveiling of my two piece, and I know you wanna be here for that."

Eyes widening at the thought of that mental picture, Prism immediately summoned his wings as he turned to the cabin, flying--followed by crashing--onto the roof before scampering, then tumbling over it, landing in the back with an audible thud.

"I'm ok!"

"Huh," Whirlwind uttered, astonished by the erratic display she just witnessed. Looking to her breasts from a new outlook, she cupped them and gave them a testing lift, the weight and burden they already put on her made heftier by the power they had over men. This was too much responsibility for one woman to bear...

Minutes later, Prism, after successfully starting the finicky generator that was being very uncooperative, stepped out of the cabin, having gone in to quickly change into nothing but his swim trunks. Already the change in attire made a drastic difference in terms of comfort for him, as the sun's rays suddenly felt more pleasant than oppressive to his bare, sweat-drenched upper half. After taking a moment to let it all sink in with a deep breathe, allowing the inviting summer wind to flow through his hair and toes, Prism calmly and steadily exhaled, then walked towards the lake's shore. With each step he took over grass, then sand, he found it increasingly difficult to contain his eager smile, as he couldn't wait to get an eyeful of Whirlwind in her--

Stopping in place, Prism placed a hand on his waist, his expression baffled as he tried to comprehend the sight before him.

There, facing the lake while sitting on her folded near the water's edge, was Whirlwind...only, she, for some strange reason, was now wearing a hoodie and a pair of sweat pants.

"Ok, uh, Dubz," Prism soon spoke, his fingers tapping his side. "Not sure if you got the memo here, but uh, yeah, it's kind of like--like a bajillion degrees out here! You got a death wish or something!? Why are you wearing that!?"

Finally noticing his presence, Whirlwind turned her head back to him, her breathing haggard and her face profusely covered in sweat. "Oh...hey, took you long enough... Just thought--hoo it's hot under this--just thought that...that it wouldn't be much of an unveiling, unless...unless I did...did this." Rising onto her feet, she faced him, crossed her forearms over her abdomen, hooked her fingers under her hoodie, then proceeded to pull the bothersome garment upwards, slowly revealing her toned and sweat lined stomach to him.

Peeling the hoodie up, and slowly revealing more of her captivating skin to him, Prism's eyes widened and his jaw nearly dropped when he witnessed her ample breasts slip free from their oven-like confinement, both orbs barely contained by her purple bikini top that was clearly one size too small. Even with her head covered as she worked to quickly slip her head out from the sweltering garb, Whirlwind could just feel his eyes glued to her chest, knowing fully well that he picked up on her top's apparent lack of coverage. There was a good reason as to why that was, as she had purchased the swimsuit back when she was a C-cup and foolishly believed they would stay that way. Oh how wrong she was...

Finally pulling her head out from the sweat-drenched hoodie, and raising her head up for air as if surfacing from water, Whirlwind tossed it aside to be forgotten, then smiled salaciously as she placed her hands behind her head and flashed her dumbstruck boyfriend a quick, chest highlighting pose before setting to work on removing her sweatpants. After pulling the appropriately named clothing down by the seam, enough to reveal her well fitted and defining purple bikini bottom, she slipped one clean shaven, almost shining tanned leg out from it, followed shortly by another.

"Ta-da~" she then proclaimed after casting the sweatpants in the hoodie's general vicinity, giving a little spin to reveal her bikini clad, shapely rear to him before stepping forward with a hand on her waist as she used the other to gesture to herself in one fluid motion. "So, what'd ya think?"

Realizing that she had asked him a question, Prism blinked and swallowed dryly before giving his well thought out and eloquent response, his gaze constantly examining every contour and curve the swimsuit on her scantily clad and thought-provoking body allowed; his eyes were particularly fond of the remarkable valley set before them that was her cleavage.

"Eh...wow, Dubz... It's uh...you look...you look hot!"

Truly, he was a man with an incredible command of the English language...

"Hmm, thanks," Whirlwind replied with an amused smile, momentarily confusing Prism seconds later when she daintily placed a finger on the center of his pecs before tracing it down his damp, broad chest. "Heh, and going by the amount of sweat here, I'd say that you're pretty hot yourself," she added, giving him a teasing, flirtatious wink, to which he merely rolled his eyes mirthfully in response. "Anyway," she soon remarked, stretching her arms towards the sky as she turned to the lake, "we can stand here and keep flirting till we're nothing but charred crisps, or we can take a dip in that water and finally cool off." Looking over her shoulder, she glanced back at him. "So, what'll it be?"

"Is there really a choice to make there?" he asked with a smirk before finishing with, "Water, duh!"

Satisfied by his answer, Whirlwind smiled wholeheartedly as she turned back to him, grabbed him by the hand, then led him with excitement into the subtly tiding water, it's surface making ripples as it soon engulfed their feet. With each forward step they took into the lake, more and more of their legs sunk into its steadily progressing depth, forcing them to trudge once their waists were immersed in the cool and enticing liquid that was beginning to work wonders on mitigating what it could of their overheated bodies.

Wanting the same treatment for her upper half that was being bombarded by the sun's unforgiving light, Whirlwind sucked in breath and held it before holding her arms out and allowing herself to fall backwards into the refreshing water with a splash, her body sinking in the underwater ambiance for one fleeting moment before buoyancy took over, carrying her belly up towards the surface.

"Ah~ Now this is the life!" Whirlwind contently remarked as she floated on her back with her arms and legs splayed out, her eyes shut in relaxation as she bobbed and drifted aimlessly. Opening them moments later with a mischievous grin, she readjusted herself upright, then cupped her hands into the water and made to splash Prism. However, when she looked up to do the deed, Whirlwind was baffled to discover that he was gone from sight, the sound of rustling leaves and birds chirping in the distance being the only thing to accompany her.

"Prism?" she called, wondering if he was lurking beneath the water in an attempt to scare her. Turning a full three-sixty degrees proved that to not be the case, as she couldn't spot a hint of him within the clear expanse. Right when she was starting to worry if perhaps there was a horror movie-esque serial killer operating within the area, with her boyfriend being its most recent victim, she was soon surprised to notice a shadow passing over her.

Using her hand to block the blinding sun from her vision, she looked up and spotted the silhouette of something circling the air above her. With its wings that she could clearly make out, she first believed it to be a bird of some kind, but, after her eyes better adjusted to the light, she discovered it to be Prism, alive and not murdered.

Right when she was about to call out to him and ask what he was doing up there and not down in the water with her, Prism, giving his wings one powerful flap, rose to the apex of his assent before dismissing his wings, tucking his legs in, and curling into a ball when gravity began to pull him back. Frozen in place, and unable to look way from his reckless stunt, Whirlwind merely watched as he free-fell from a tremendous height, hearing him whoop and holler the entire way down until he plunged into the water with a thunderous splash; said resulting splash launched water in all directions, essentially bringing a makeshift rain to the lake for a brief window of seconds.

Parting her waterlogged hair from her face in annoyance, Whirlwind observed Prism's seemingly lifeless body float to the surface before drifting face down towards her.

"Hmm," she hummed with her tongue in cheek, unimpressed. Running her fingers through the hair at the back of his head, she lowered her own as if in prayer. "Poor Prism, we hardly knew ye... He died doing what he loved...being an idiot." Seconds later, she raised her head and spoke in a more cheerful tone. "Welp, no time to dwell on the past! Knowing Prism, he'd want me to move on and find myself a hotter boyfriend! Yes, that's what he'd definitely want. Ah, but first~" Applying pressure to her hand, she forced his body deeper into the water. "Let's bury his corpses in a shallow grave, shall we."

Shocked at what she was doing, Prism abandoned his charade and chose to return to life, his arms desperately flailing this way and that before he broke to the surface, immediately exhaling and inhaling to replace the breathe he had been holding.

"Ok!" he said with a cough, hand parting his dripping hair back as he looked to the sky. "First of all, my last will and testament clearly states that you're to give my dead body a lap-dance while the Wonderbolts spell my name out in colorful letters in the sky! Second, boyfriends don't get any hotter than me!"

After giving him a blank stare, Whirlwind crossed her arms under her breasts, then rolled her eyes as she replied with, "Yeah, no--to both those things, actually... Anyway," she said in indignation before turning her back to him, "welcome back to the world of the living, I hope that stunt was worth scaring me half to death."

His cheerful expression faltering at that, Prism chided himself for even going through with it. "Aw, geez, Dubz," he said ruefully while approaching her, his hands right above her hips as he embraced her from behind. "I didn't mean to scare you." He gave the back of her head a quick peck. "And besides, you know I've done way crazier stuff than that before."

Easing back into his firm and comforting grasp, Whirlwind couldn't help but forgive the guy as she pressed her back against his chest. He was right: this wasn't the first time he'd done something so reckless, and this certainly wouldn't be the last. Thankfully, that tendency of his was waning through the years and would hopefully become a phase that he'd soon outgrow.

"Oh, comere you," she said as she looked up to him, clasping both sides of his face as he leaned down to kiss her.

With flight training having kept them busy ever since they got back together, it really had been a long time since the two had been anywhere close to intimate with each other. But now, with summer here to help them rectify that, their simple meeting of lips soon escalated into a heated battle for dominance, their lips smacking as they refused to fully part from the other's. However, after what felt like an eternity to them, the couple finally did separate.

"Mmm, I missed this," Prism huskily breathed out in a dreamy tone, looking over her shoulder as his hands traveled lower down her body until they rested above her thighs.

"Same," she answered, gazing intently at the water glisten under the sunlight before them, placing her hand above his as it began caressing the length of her side. With each stroke of his palm tracing over her skin, the wonderful sensations that came along with it started putting her in the mood, so much so that, after a while, she began guiding his hand upwards, over her belly and ever closer to her chest.

Grasping what she was hinting towards, Prism smirked as he took the initiative, his right hand moving to her left breast before gently squeezing at the soft yet firm flesh. With his fingers partially sinking into her warm, perky mound, he began tenderly groping it in a clockwise motion, eliciting a faint coo from her as he turned her into shuddering putty in his arms. Urged by her half murmurs to continue his kneading, Prism's smirk grew more lecherous when he felt her nipple become erect, poking the center of his palm from beneath her bikini top.

Her eyes half lidded, Whirlwind's new-found sensitivity in her massaged breast caused her to bite her bottom lip as she stifled a moan. There really was no reason for her to keep her voice in check, as they were completely alone, isolated from the rest of the world; it was just him, her, the passing fish, and the chirping birds, of which only two remotely cared about what lewd sounds managed to be produced. Moments later, separating her hand from his, and leaving it to continue its fondling, she, without looking back, reached back to his toned abs and promptly snaked it downwards, soon coming upon a throbbing, pulsing bulge confined within his swim trunks.

"Oh? My my, what have we here?" she asked in mock curiosity, acting as if she was never given the 'boys are different from girls' talk, giving what she found a gentle, grasping squeeze, Prism's body jolting as a result. Looking over her shoulder at him, she give it another testing squeeze, witnessing his body's reaction before presenting him with a surprised expression, questioning in a sultry tone, "A present? For me?"

His lips pursed, and the corner of his mouth angled upward, Prism merely nodded, silently praying that this was going where he think it was.

Smiling wantonly at his wordless reply, Whirlwind turned to face him, her ample bosom giving a visible bounce as excitedly lowered onto her knees--much to Prism's evident delight. The water now reaching up to just below her breasts, Whirlwind came face to face with his present for her, nibbling on her bottom lip as her fingers dug into the waistline of his trunks before steadily pulling the obstructing garment down.

"Whoa!" she soon squeaked in surprise seconds later, caught completely off guard when his hardened erection sprung forth from its cloth prison, its tip nearly scraping against her nose due to how close her face was.

After looking up to make eye contact with Prism, and sharing a quick snicker at her outburst, Whirlwind redirected her sights to the engorged phallus before her, admiring it from multiple angles. His stiff member, throbbing in tandem with his heartbeat, was a shade lighter than the rest of his body and was rightly proportioned for a guy his size and age; not too big, but not too short either--just the right size and girth that Whirlwind would have a more than enjoyable time with.

Tracing her fingers under his length, and recalling the multiple instances it had pleased her before their breakup, Whirlwind sucked in her lips and licked at them as she reached up to grasp it firmly yet gently, enough to feel it pulse along her hand while it radiated heat. After slowly giving it a few, sensual pumps meant to fully stimulate it, Whirlwind, baring a predatory smirk, peered up at Prism as she moved her thumb over his opening, watching him swallow dryly and visibly jolt when she pressed down on it and began smearing the pre that had collected there.

His toes curling inward into the sand beneath the water, Prism could only shut his eyes tightly, ball his fists at his sides, and endure, his breathing hitching to the waves of pleasure that came with every clockwise, then reverse clockwise stroke of her precise thumb.

Greatly amused by the sight of his focused expression occasionally falter as she continued to play him like an instrument, Whirlwind unhanded his length moments later, as an even steamier idea came to mind. She never tried this with him before, not with how they are now, but with their new development and Prism's apparent admiration of them, she figured she'd give it a try.

Confused by why she stopped, Prism opened his eyes and looked down, only to witness Whirlwind gaze back at him with a sensuous demeanor, cupping her breasts together before lifting them above his mast as she closed what little distance remained between their two bodies. Pressing against her wet skin, his tip's pre caused the rest of his manhood to angle upwards, sliding under her top as it was allowed a straight shot into the warm and inviting crevasse of her bosom, soon situating itself in between her soft, heavenly mounds.

Giggling at the feeling and sight of his incredibly warm, throbbing rod nestled within her cleavage, its opening staring up at her, Whirlwind raised her hands and grasped with purpose at the cups straining to contain her hefty breasts, her index and middle fingers pinching at her erect nipples through her top. Pressing them together elicited a deep, pleasure-filled groan from Prism, his shaft further enclosed within her soft pillows as she began lurching her upper body back and forth, essentially massaging him.

Releasing the occasional stifled grunt, a response to the following pleasure he started receiving, Prism placed a hand atop her head for stability, the pink hue of his tip peeking out from the comfort of her hills each time she bobbed forward. Concentrating on her efforts, Whirlwind stuck her tongue out the side of her mouth, the bottom of her breasts slapping against the water's surface as she increased the pace, Prism's teeth clenching from how close he was getting. He tried to focus on other thoughts, anything that would prolong the wonderful sensation of her squeezing tit flesh; flying, embarrassing memories, whatever would buy him more time.

Eventually however, no matter how much he tried to fight against it, his own biology won out, his stiff member signalling the end by throbbing more intensely than before. After instinctively giving a few thrusts into the compressed space between her caressing orbs, Prism held on the last, his spine soon tingling with every ensuing spurt of his rich seed erupting from his flared tip, white streaks clinging to Whirlwind's chin, neck, and collarbone as she was momentarily stunned by the deed. After firing its final volley, Prism's erratic heartbeat started to slow its pace, his deflating member slipping free from the safety of her heaving chest.

Whirlwind reacquired her scrambled thoughts with a soft shake of her head, her eyes soon glossing over what she could of herself. After wiping her chin, she brought her hand up to her sights, her mouth forming into a loft smirk when she found her fingers smeared in the remnants of his handiwork.

Looking at her hand from different angles, Whirlwind, fascinated by how the sun reflected off his pearly essence, spoke.

"So uh, I'm going to go out on a limb here and say that you liked that." Flashing a knowing grin up at him, she finished with, "Like, a lot."

Hands on his knees as he worked to catch his breath, Prism merely replied with a weak smile and a shaky nod.

"Hm," she sounded in amusement, a brow raised as she scanned him top to bottom. "You alright there?"

Presenting her with a raised finger, Prism gave her another nod. "Y-Yeah, I'm good. Just uh--phew--just give me a couple seconds... Man! We did that before, but never like that that! Your tits are amazing!"

"Aw, why thank you," Whirlwind said as she groped her pair, truly admiring them for the first time as she gave them a small bounce. "Huh, guess it's not all bad having them this big."

"I'll say!" Prism swiftly added, the sight of her holding her breasts like that reinvigorating a certain part of him down under.

Catching it steadily rise drew out an impish smile from Whirlwind, as there were now a few things she wanted to try out.

Sucking in air, then holding it, Whirlwind allowed herself to fall backwards into the water again, globules of white soon floating to bob along its surface. Reemerging seconds later, Whirlwind, now devoid of any white stains on her person, whipped her drenched hair aside as she reached behind herself, her hands striving to unhook her top. Succeeding, she comically raised her brows at Prism a few times before releasing the loosened ends, her hands nimbly moving to her top's cups, keeping the garment in place before gravity had its chance to fully disrobe her.

Lidding her eyes seductively at her rendered speechless boyfriend, Whirlwind gave an enticing display as she swayed her shoulders while slowly lowering her hands from her chest, her top gradually revealing more of what it was concealing as it drooped. Moments later, the top, as well as Prism's jaw, dropped, the former drifting back to the shore as Whirlwind gave her arms a purposeful skyward stretch, allowing Prism a full, unobscured view of her bare chest.

Closing his mouth, if only to lick his drying lips with an inaudible smack, Prism became instantly captivated by the majestic sight before his very eyes. Her breasts--cute as they previously were in that risqué sort of way back when they were first dating--now became the focal point of his vision, what with their most recent growth; large, supple, round, and perky without so much as a hint of sagging, all appealed to a latent, primal part of Prism, his baser instincts telling him that those puppies were more than sufficient in nursing any and all of his future, would-be children. Her dainty brown nipples, which were most notably erect, acted as the savory icing on the cake.

Lowering her arms, Whirlwind crossed her arms under her bust, perking her mounds up as she smiled coyly while cocking her head innocently to the side.

"Eh, Prism, eyes are up here," she admonished in a near singsong tone.

After sucking on the inside of his cheek in annoyance, Prism, with his eyes still trained on her chest, replied unamused. "Again, Dubz: tits are out and blanks are being drawn. Can you really blame me for not remembering what color they are?"

Her expression contorted in confusion. "Uh, that's not what I asked."

"Oh..."

Clearly, staring at her exposed chest had turned him into an idiot, but he was her lovable idiot. And right now, with her own want nagging at her, and something else besides water drenching her just bellow her bikini bottom, she could use some idiot.

"Comere," she then said, clasping his hand as she sauntered past him, Prism offering no objections as he was led out of the water and towards the cabin, eyeing his escort's comely, alluring rear along the way.

Moments later, the cabin's front door was slammed open by the two preoccupied lovers, the pair unable to separate their hands from each other; Whirlwind's firm orbs were pressed against his chest while their tongues explored the other's mouth almost hungrily, Prism's hands traveling down her back before softly digging his fingers into her curvaceous rump, evoking a stiffed giggle from her. Leaving behind a trail of water droplets and intertwined footprint-like splotches atop the hardwood floor, the two moved their passionate, uncoordinated tango further into the small building, carelessly knocking over dusty lampshades and picture frames as they aimlessly made their way to the bed's general direction. Without realizing it, they reached their destination much sooner than expected, the back of Prism's leg hitting the bed's edge before losing his balance, falling backwards onto it with the squeaking of springs and pulling Whirlwind along with him.

Continuing their heated make out session, Whirlwind hummed into his mouth as she madly worked to remove both her bikini bottom and his trunks, soon tossing the soaked articles aside after succeeding. Deciding to make herself more comfortable, she broke the kiss as she moved to sit upright, straddling him by the waist and sitting atop the underside of his pressed, hardened length. Looming over him, she gave a raunchy smile as she started grinding her sex sensually against his pulsing length, giving him an erotic show by caressing her breasts as she did so.

The bed creaking and her breasts swaying with her movements, Prism beamed a cocky smile up at Whirlwind as he grabbed her by the hips, stabilizing her as she continued to slick his burning shaft with her dripping desire. Recalling moments later that there was something she wanted to try out with her new cup size, Whirlwind ceased her grinding before she got too into it, causing Prism to raise a brow. Leaning down onto him, Whirlwind gave his lips a quick, reassuring kiss before turning atop his laying body, positioning her moist slit inches above Prism's face and his standing mast bellow hers.

Biting her bottom lip longingly at the sight of his rock-solid erection, Whirlwind clutched her two large, ample breasts and used them to flank it at both sides, Prism's phallus throbbing almost in content as it was nestled in between her soft, luscious hills. Prism, groaning in response, retaliated by using his thumbs to gingerly spread her lower lips apart which were drenched in her arousal, exposing her entrance to him. Acting quickly, Prism, with playful grin and all, craned his neck upwards and traced his tongue over her flower, Whirlwind's body jolting and releasing a surprised 'Eep' as a result.

Regaining control of herself, and not wanting to be outdone before it even began, Whirlwind's expression matched Prism's as she started motioning her breasts up and down, massaging his sandwiched member while sampling at his tip with her tongue before fully engulfing it moments later. Smirking around his throbbing length once he released a pleasure-filled grunt, Whirlwind began bobbing her head in tandem with her breasts, her tongue making laps around the sensitive flesh as she suckled at it, his groans keeping her updated as to whether or not she was doing a good job.

With how exceedingly well her efforts were, Prism was thankful for his earlier release, as the first was always the easiest; his endurance the second time around however would be a lot more lasting, that he was confident in. Withstanding Whirlwind's unrelenting assault on his shaft, Prism pulled her down lower and upped the ante with his own, the bottom of his lip soon prodding at her engorged clit as he vigorously lapped at her entrance with strong, broad strokes of his tongue, coaxing her into producing more of her intoxicating nectar. Whirlwind, feeling what he was doing, increased her own efforts, which in turn, provoked Prism into doing the same, locking the two in a near-competitive bout with no clear victor in sight.

Minutes later, Whirlwind, wanting to switch things up, sat upright again, momentarily sitting atop Prism's face before hobbling forward on her knees. Reaching his waist, she lifted herself up a bit and lightly took hold of his rigid, slickened shaft, its tip grazing her burning entrance as she attempted to line them up. Once they were perfectly aligned, she, without warning, began to lower, both Whirlwind and Prism wearing pained-looking expressions as she slowly impaled herself atop him. Bending his legs at the last second, Prism provided Whirlwind with something to lean on as he hilted fully within her, her breasts resting on his knees as she took a moment to take in breath.

Prism, provided with a perfect view of her back and well-rounded posterior, placed his hands at her waist, then curiously thrust his hips upwards to see what kind of reaction he'd get out of her. Her back arching as she was unable to stop her unbridled moan from being released, Whirlwind swiftly turned her head and spotted Prism's content, cocky smile from over her shoulder, her face taking on a scarlet hue as she stared at him in mild indignation. Wanting a little payback, Whirlwind locked eyes with him as she began gyrating her hips, taking great satisfaction in watching him struggle to maintain his smug expression before it eventually faltered.

Pleased with herself, Whirlwind faced forward, the bed creaking as she continued her movements, each motion slightly faster than the last. Before long, she threw aside her restrained and was soon bouncing atop him, Prism thrusting upwards to meet her halfway. His hardened, throbbing length pistoning in and out of her warm depths, Prism eyed her rear, watching it with teeth grit in concentration as it rippled with every slap of their hips.

Minutes later, believing a change of position was called for, Prism, in one swift motion, moved to sit upright on his knees, pounding mercilessly into Whirlwind as she found herself on all fours, her breasts swaying back and forth from the resulting recoil of their bodies colliding. Panting heavily, Whirlwind tried to voice that the strength in her arms were waning, but all that managed to escaped from her lips was a half moan, half whimper that came with every impact. Soon enough, they finally gave out on her, Whirlwind's upper half falling unceremoniously atop the bed as Prism continued his assault.

Feeling the familiar sensation of his impeding climax, Prism flipped her tired body onto her back, leaned forward, and planted his arms at both sides of her head, wanting to see her cute, sexy face up close for the last stretch of their joint run. Just like him, Whirlwind was getting close, her unrestrained wailing and closing inner walls indicated Prism to that, forcing him to pick up the pace if they were to finish together.

Trying to stave off the inevitable, Prism, hoping she could hear him over the sound of her own voice and the bed's frantic creaking, spoke. "D-Dubz! Are you...are you still on the pill!?"

"M-mhm!" she sounded with tightly shut eyes, quickly nodding over his shoulder as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer. "Yes!"

That was all he needed to hear.

Giving four more thrusts, Prism clenched his teeth as he held on the last, the both of them reaching their climax as his length soon released volleys of his essence into her, coating her inner walls white. Whirlwind, whimpering weakly from both exhaustion and the surge of endorphins reaching her brain, used the last of her strength to wrap her legs around his waist, locking them in the most intimate of embraces, not daring to let go until the gratifying warmth spreading within her ceased. Once it did, her legs fell limply aside, allowing Prism's deflating member to slip free from her confines.

Prism, completely spent, fell beside Whirlwind, the both of them panting and sweating heavily as they stared to the ceiling.

"Huh...w-wow..." she then said with haggard breath. "I guess the trouble to get here was...was well worth it in...in the end...hmm?" Curious when she didn't get a response, she turned her head, surprised and a bit miffed to find him with his eyes closed, completely asleep.

Unable to stay mad at such a peaceful face--no matter how much she tried to--Whirlwind rolled her eyes in amusement as she turned to her side and pulled his head in, his slumbering face nestled comfortably between her cushions. Not wanting to get up from such a comfortable position, she summoned a purple wing and fanned it lightly over them, producing a comforting draft that worked to cool their overheated, sweaty bodies. She wouldn't have to keep her fanning up for long, as she could see that the sun was started to set outside, a star-filled night and welcoming moon coming to take its place in the sky.

"Heh," Whirlwind chuckled softly, gazing over Prism's slumbering form. "If this was day one, then I'm really looking forward to seeing what the rest of the weekend is like~"

Author's Note

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