The Big Pink Flower

       I'm sitting on my bed, watching TV in my Manehattan loft. It is late, and a majority of the city has gone to sleep. I had a long day in transit back from my wedding and reception, and right now I'm enjoying the peaceful, soft embrace of my covers. We had the wedding and reception in Canterlot, and we slept there overnight before taking the train back here today. Soon we'll be leaving for Rainbow Falls on our honeymoon. Aerodrome walks in, wearing the big pink flower from her wedding outfit behind her ear, and eyes me with a merry grin.

       "Yes?" I ask her as she leans against my doorframe, continuing to smile.

       "Oh, nothing." She muses. "I was just thinking that after our wedding, you would be more glued to me than ever."

       "Glued to you?" I ask with as little seriousness as her. "

       "Yeah." She responds. "Like you were at the reception. You never let me out of your damn sight."

       "Oh, please." I retort. "You needed me by your side all last night. You wouldn't have survived without me."

       She approaches my side of the bed and stares at me.

       "I love that flower behind your ear." I tell her. "It looks nice."

       "Do you?" She teases, slipping it out and placing it behind my left ear instead. "I think it looks better on you." She laughs.

       "I can make anything look good." I tell her as she clambers over me and lies down on her side of the bed. I know what's going to happen.

       "Well, I'm tired. So I think I'm going to go to sleep now." I say, turning off the TV and lamp next to me and ducking under my covers before she has a chance to say anything.

       "Oh, no." She replies, flicking on her own lamp. "You're not getting away tonight."

       "Yes I am." I answer. In response, she sits up and yanks the covers off of me violently, exposing me to the cold air. "Aaaggh!" I yell quietly, trying not to smile.

       "No, you're not. You're mine." She tells me, grabbing me from the side and holding me in her hooves. I sit for a moment in her embrace.

       "Alright. Fine. You win." I submit. "What's your plan?"

       "Well, first we'll need to get ready." She responds, releasing me, but not moving away. She begins to watch my groin. "Then we can start with a little bit of wing stroking." She brings her hoof across her body and caresses my folded wing softly, crushing my attempt to not smile. "Or maybe we can think of something to do with tongues... I know you tend to like that." She says, continuing to stroke my wing.

       "Maybe. The possibilities are endless..." I respond. I feel my erection begin to grow. Aerodrome smiles as she sees that she accomplished her objective.

       She leans in closer and presses her snout against the bottom of my jaw.

       "You're scarily good at this." I whisper to her.

       "I've known you forever. I've figured out a lot about you." She laughs back. Then she slides her hoof out from between us and rests it a few inches above my crotch.

       "Like I said." I tell her. "You're scarily good at this."

       She presses her hoof against my tip gleefully and begins to fiddle with it, sending a wave of pleasure surging up through me.

       "Ah!" Is all I have to say. And to think that neither of us have even wet our hooves yet. She slowly plays with me for about a minute before deciding to stop. I take advantage of the pause, reaching my own hoof over and touching her groin. She reacts the exact same way I did.

       "Ahhm!"

       Still lying sideways against me, she takes control. She pushes herself against my hoof, sandwiching it between my thigh and her part. I press my head down harder on hers in response. She begins rhythmically thrusting against my hoof, soaking the top of my hoof and my left thigh. I counter the humps by pressing against them hard. Now humming, she stretches her left foreleg out and lays it across my chest. After a minute of pushing and releasing, she suddenly laughs, digs her groin into me harder than before, and then rolls onto her back, panting. A moment of silence ensues.

       As I'm wiping my hoof on the sheets, she sits back up and speaks to me.

       "That one was fantastic. You deserve a reward." She tells me.

       "Do I?" I ask her back.

       "Yes. Your hoofjobs have improved."

       "Have they?"

       "Definitely."

       "I'm glad you liked it." I tell her. She smiles and thinks for a moment.

       "Pick a number between one and four." She says suddenly.

       "What?" I respond, confused at the randomness of the request.

       "Just pick one." She answers, plucking the flower out from behind my ear and replacing it behind her own. I think for a moment about which number might be the best.

       "Three." I tell her. She acknowledges my answer, and sits down to my left, with her back to my head and her side to my groin. She unfurls her right wing and places it against my erection.

       She begins moving her unbelievably soft wing up and down my shaft, tickling me gently. I close my eyes and lay my head down onto my pillow. She continues to lightly rub her feathers along my part. I feel the bed shift slightly under me, but I keep my eyes closed. The wingjob is suddenly and instantly gone, and the gentle tickling is replaced with a hot, wet, sensation as she takes it into her mouth.

       I produce an involuntary moan as her slimy tongue touches my tip, her mouth gliding down my shaft simultaneously. She hilts and stops, engulfing my entire part in warm saliva, before bringing her head up and proceeding to lick again. I open my eyes and look down at her to see that her wing is still out, and that she is using it as a curtain to prevent me from seeing what she is doing. Clever.

       The sensations continue, and her ability to deepthroat, pull out, and immediately be using her tongue again amazes me. I feel a pressure build up in my groin, and I place my hoof on her flank, moaning for a second time. In response, she brings her hooves into the mix, placing them on either side of my shaft and holding it in place, and transitions to using her mouth and tongue only near the top. She unrelentingly runs her tongue in circles around my tip, creating an unimaginably powerful sensation. I can't hold it in any longer.

       "Aerodrome!" I yell. She immediately brings both of her hooves up and presses them against the top of my part, as if she's trying to hold back the explosion. Then I release. Hitting the bottom of her hooves, it goes fountaining out, soaking my entire crotch. I collapse back into my pillow as Aero laughs at me.

       "You should see your face right now." She says, still sitting in the same spot.

       "Should... I?" I pant.

       "I made you moan twice in one night. And holler." She laughs, standing up on the bed and looking down at me.

       "Yeah... You did." I tell her. She lies down on top me and places her soaking hooves on my chest. "That was great."

       "Well, we're not done yet." She says gleefully. "We've still got two more rounds to go tonight."

       "Two more rounds?" I continue to pant. "I don't know... If I can handle that."

       She brings one of her sopping wet hooves up, pulls the flower out from behind her ear, and places it behind mine, getting my product in both of our manes.

       "Based on past experience, I think you can handle it." She tells me. "Now it's your turn to do the work." She rolls off of me and onto her side of the bed, presenting herself and waiting for me to pleasure her in one way or another. I think I have an idea.