The Thunder Games

by Cosmonaut

Rating: mature
Tags: Thunderlane, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Flitter and Cloudchaser, Comedy, Rumble, Sex
Length: 5408

Flitter and Cloudchaser spend some time playing videogames! Things get saucy pretty soon...

After picking up the brand new videogame system from the store Thunderlane and Rumble end up playing it the entire night. Instead of hanging out when Flitter and Cloudchaser arrive they play videogames as long as possible. When they finally go to bed it's the twins turn to play...

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Published 2012-07-05 00:04:02 UTC
Last updated 2012-07-07 02:42:47 UTC

Fun with videogames!

“COME ON! COME ON! OPEN IT!”
“I’M TRYING! ITS WRAPPED IN…SOMETHING!”
“PULL THE TABS! THE ONES ON THE SIDE!”
“ITS NOT WORKING!”

“Rumble! It’s easy just –I’ll go get scissors!” cried Thunderlane with a heavy flap in the kitchens’ direction. Patience was a virtue the younger Pegasus brother did not yet possess. His pearly whites were losing the battle to the smooth plastic covering the brand new video game system Thunderlane had brought for him an hour ago.

“I’ve got ‘em! Dude hold the box with your hooves. No, not like that, I’ll cut your hooves!”

“Okay, just cut it, Thunder!” Rumble gripped the plastic tightly. With careful snips the clear casing of the prize inside was slowly stripped away. Finally after five agonizing minutes of careful cutting Thunderlane turned the box upside down. Rumble grabbed the square cardboard box. Hooves shaking from excitement, the little grey Pegasus pulled the box out of its plastic prison.

There was a flurry of hooves from the both of them as they pulled the bulky black box out of the newly destroyed cardboard. An instruction pamphlet fell out along with some wires and controllers. A silver cartridge with a gold ‘WB’ emblazoned on it tumbled immediately after. The two brothers tore apart the plastic surrounding the rest of the electronic accessories like a pair of parasprites.

“Hey boys,” a light purple Pegasus walked into the den. Cloudchaser spotted plastic and cardboard littering the floor and stopped at the doorway, choosing to lean against the wall. She blew some strands of frost colored hair out of her heavily- lined eyes. “What are you two doing in here? Did Rumbles’ science project explode?”

Cloudchasers’ twin sister, Flitter, walked in after her surveying the damage. “Geez, could you guys be any more messy?” She took to the air to avoid crushing anything important under her hooves. Rumble zipped over to the box to pull out some wires with colored tips.

“Hiya Flitter! Hiya Cloudchaser!” said Rumble, grabbing a fat black brick attached to a long cord with a plug. He zipped over to the electrical socket by the TV. “Thunder bought me an early birthday present. It’s like having an arcade machine but hooked up in our house! It’s way cool, right?!”

“Cost a lot of bits, too!” added Thunderlane, his legs sticking out from under the television set. “It’s totally worth it, though. No more wasting bits out there. This is hot stuff!” The black screen of the television flickered. There was a pop as Thunderlane shoved the red and white audio cable into their respective slots. With the insertion of the yellow one, the screen changed color to a deep purple –a green logo featuring a stylized VGS appeared with an accompanying jingle.

“VGS?” queried Cloudchaser.

“Video Game System,” said Rumble with an excited wing flap. “It’s the very first one you can play in your home! It’s awesome right?”

Cloudchaser yawned, settling into a bean bag chair. “So you two kids are gonna play with your new toy for the rest of the day?”

Thunderlane scooted next to his brother. “That’s about the size of it.” He glanced at Flitter still hovering above the floor. “You girls can sit down and watch if you want.”

Flitter landed on the floor. Then she got back up. She paced back and forth on the carpet, ruffling her wing feathers, then took to the air once again.

“What are you so antsy about?” asked Cloudchaser with a yawn.

“Nothing.”

“Then what’s with the prancing? Bathroom’s over right over there,” she reached for the bowl of chips on the table. “It’s cool if Flitter uses the little filly room right?”

“Whatever,” the two colts said in unison, completely absorbed in their game. A pair of blocky Pegasus sprites spiraled across the screen and exploded into billions of electric yellow sparks. A few frantic button presses later and a large white starting line appeared with a red number five counting down.

“I don’t need to use the bathroom!” snarled Flitter.

“Whoa, calm yourself, sis. Don’t pull a quill or anything.”

“UGH!” the increasingly distressed Pegasus twin wheeled on Thunderlane and his brother. “Are you two just going to sit on your butts and play this game all night?!”

“I’m going to play it forever…” said Rumble listlessly.

Thunderlane chuckled, pausing the game. “Maybe another hour or something…”

“Just sit and chill out Flitter. I’m sure we’ll get a turn eventu-“

“I DON’T WANT A TURN,” shouted Flitter. Everyone in the room stared at her in surprise at the outburst. “Ya know, I think I’m going to go for a fly or something. Later.”

The normally cheery Pegasus twin rocketed out of Thunderlanes’ house. Rumble asked his brother what was up with her and the shrug in response was a good enough answer for him. Unfortunately that was not the case for Cloudchaser. Feeling something was up, she excused herself and pursued her sister outside.

***

“Dude you were totally watching my screen!” scolded Thunderlane as Rumbles’ player character won for the third time in a row. The Pegasus sprite zipped across the finish line amidst some cheery music and looped cheering animations of a stadium. A large yellow trophy descended from the sky next to the two Rumble already won.“I want a rematch!”

“Psh. You’re just super jealous of my skill!” Rumble leaned back and stretched his forelegs behind his head. “I’m pretty tired, Thunder…I could stay up and whip your butt some more if me beating you wasn’t enough for you.”

“You are going down squirt,” growled Thunderlane.

“Hey boys,” Cloudchaser trotted back into the den holding a cup of soda. “Couldn’t find Flitter anywhere. Checked at my house, checked at the food places; heck I even flew around town a few times. Unless she felt like going straight up to burn off steam I don’t know where else to look.”

Thunderlane and Rumble didn’t respond. The game setting had changed from an open stadium to a jungle track. A giant four headed hydra roared through the TV speakers and loosed some digital fire into their paths. Cloudchaser sighed and sank back into the beanbag chair to watch the two brothers play. She’d been out and about for a full hour trying to find her sister, although she hadn’t really looked that hard to be honest. Though she cared for her, a sneaking suspicion had been gnawing at the back of her mind about what was going on. So until she returned or otherwise showed up Cloudchaser decided she would relax, and grabbed a bite to eat while she was out. Sipping her drink, she watched the pair of Pegasi sprites on screen crisscrossing wildly past a waterfall, followed by a burst of sparks from the one in Rumbles control.

From her seat on the chair she could get a pretty clear look at the TV. It was obviously a racing game judging by what she could see. Rumble had the orange Pegasus and Thunderlane was the one in blue. The scoreboard indicated just how badly the younger colt was wiping the floor with his elder. Rumbles’ character took a sharp bank to the right and he started mashing the button on his controller, his hoof a grey blur. The Pegasus character rocketed far ahead of Thunderlanes’ with a column of blocky smoke jetting behind.

“NononononoWAY! How did you do that?!” Thunderlane tossed his joystick aside in defeat. “I can’t fill the meter half as fast!”

“All skill…” boasted Rumble. “You just can’t handle the Rumble!”

“Oh yeah I’ll show you!” he tackled Rumble and pinned him to the carpet –startling the younger stallion. Cloudchaser snorted on her drink as the two colts laughed and play wrestled with each other. They were always doing things like this over the pettiest reasons. Fun as it was, just looking at the two made Cloudchaser feel tired. She giggled hysterically when Rumble got his brother in a headlock. Thunderlane flapped and rolled around until he collapsed on the carpet tapping his hoof to admit defeat.

“Another victory for Rumble! Oh yeah! Who’s awesome? I’m awesome!” he jumped up and did a loop in the air. Cloudchaser clapped her hooves together at his antics and cheered for Rumble.

“I only let you win. Next time I’ll wipe the floor with you. You can count on it.” Thunderlane got up and wiped off some crumbs sticking to his dark coat.

“What!? No way! I beat you fair and square!” protested Rumble.

“Did not!” retorted Thunderlane. “I let you win.”

“Nuh-uh!”

“Ya-huh!”

“Nuh-uh!”

“Ya-HUH!”

“NUH-uh!”

They bickered back and forth like this for another minute before Thunderlane snatched Rumble around the sides and delivered a powerful noogie. His noggin thoroughly noogiefied, he admitted defeat.

“Bedtime little guy. You’ve got school in the morning,” said Thunderlane, yawning himself. “Plus I’ve got cloud clearing to do in the morning. Good thing you did your homework before we started playing. You look dead tired, Rumble.”

“That’s only cuz you wrestled me out,” said Rumble with a yawn, eyelids drooping and lidding his violet eyes.

“Hey everypony!”

A cheery voice called from the doorway and they all turned their heads to spot Flitter standing there, breathing heavily.

“What’s up? Hey! You finished playing your game!” she noted, eagerly dancing on her hooves. “Thunder can I ask you a favor?”

“Not right now Flit, we’re wiped,” Thunderlane had Rumble draped over his back. The little colt was completely tuckered out. “So now I’m going to hit the sack. Now that you’re here the VGS is free. Go ahead and try it out with Cloudchaser; it’s really fun! Lock the door when you leave, okay?” he gestured towards the front door. “Night.”

Flitters’ jaw hit the floor as Thunderlane marched upstairs. Cloudchaser jumped up towards the console to the controllers. “C’mon let’s play. I can tell you’ve been dying to try this.”

The daintier of the two twins turned to her sister, face scrunched in obvious anger. Instead of another bout of shouting, Flitter flew over to the controller and sat with a pout; folding her hooves over.

“So how’s it work?” she said snappishly, grabbing a joystick.

“I was watching them play for a bit,” replied Cloudchaser matter-of-factly. “We don’t need to check the directions. It’s pretty simple. See, the joystick moves around the Pegasus character -Oh, these are the Wonderbolts. One’s Soarin’ and one’s Spitfire. Neat! Anyway, there’s three buttons. The little triangular one is the pause button. The big red one is the action button that does like, boosting, and the smaller one is a special button for tricks and stunts. Sounds easy right? C’mon let’s give it a shot. Stop being such a wad.”

Flitter snorted and grabbed the controller. Up close it was easy to tell on the TV that the graphical capabilities weren’t amazing on this bulky machine. Tthe sprites for the Wonderbolts were quite clean. Animation was smooth and the music was some sort of mix of the racing teams’ anthem, albeit a bit more cheery and faster paced.

Cloudchaser hit a few buttons to reset the race. Flitter was staring at the screen with intensity in her lovely violet eyes she rarely possessed. A bead of sweat rolled down her forehead. Her hoof hovered over the start button. Cloudchaser flicked her ear as she watched this but still couldn’t draw a conclusion; she sniffed the air once and pushed the start button.

Flitter slammed her hoof into the button. The Soarin’ sprite on the screen rocketed out of the starting gate. Cloudchasers Spitfire sprite was left in the digital dust. Cloudchaser started mashing her own button, catching speed but not really gaining any ground with Spitfire. Turning an embankment, she hit the special button and performed a roll, filling a small boost meter. Her sister was mashing the controller at a furious pace, easily outpacing her own. Instead of trying to match Flitter she focused on building up her boost meter with every stunt she performed on the turn.

The Soarin’ model began flashing red on screen –a serious decline in speed followed right on a sharp turn. A green meter marked ‘fatigue’ had run dry. Not even thinking about it, Flitter mashed her hoof harder on the accelerate button. The wing flaps for the Soarin’ model were a blocky blur but the fatigue meter had yet to fill. She was literally right next to the finish line. Spitfire was coming up fast. Cloudchaser hit the boost button and a stream of fiery clouds appeared, vaulting the yellow Pegasus sprite past Soarin’ over the finish line!

“YES! WOO! WHO’S THE MARE?! OH YEAH!” Cloudchaser stood up and pumped her hooves in the air. “Bow down baby because you just got schooled. Oh yeah!”

“Whatever! Agh! This game sucks. It sucks so much! I hate it!” the controller clanged against the console noisily as Flitter took to the air. She was sweating profusely, strands of her hair were sticking out of her usually combed tresses and her bow was askew. Seeing that she was distracted with fixing her mess of a mane Cloudchaser put her nose to the carpet and took a whiff.

“A-HA! I knew it!” she wiped her nose and smirked at her sister, who froze on the beanbag chair. “You, little sister, are in heat!”

“I was born literally seventeen seconds after you!” seethed Flitter, recoiling from the remark.

“Hey don’t dodge the question! You have a problem. You are a problem! I cannot believe you did this again! Do you, like, even remember last year!?”

“Here we go…”groaned Flitter, slinking out of the beanbag chair.

“No really, this happens every single year,” her wings flared in frustration. “Spring happens, you spin into heat, try to sit through it and ignore it instead of getting a partner. Then you lose your mind and end up fucking some random stallion you’ve never even met!”

“Sure it does,” Flitter mumbled.

“Yup. Yes it does. Remember last year when you let yourself wait and wait and wait until you snapped? I do. So does that nice red stallion that you must have come on to like some sex crazed mare.”

“Ooh…I remember him,” smiled Flitter vacantly. “He was a big pony.”

“Right. You remember what he did after your little encounter? Sent flowers to you every day for two weeks-”

“Those flowers were so tasty,” commented Flitter.

“Two. Weeks,” continued Cloudchaser, not missing a beat. “Ever thought of meeting up or even trying to talk to any of the colts that screw you silly? Of course not. Why?” she looked at Flitter as if expecting an answer. “I’ll tell you why. It’s because you are afraid of having a relationship.”

“Yeaaah,” said Flitter dejectedly, sinking to the floor. She started crawling towards the middle of the room.

“Like me for instance –I tend to have a suitable stallion to help me out when my body starts craving sex this year around. Not to mention that if you’re getting plenty of sex then the heat isn’t as intense and doesn’t affect your body so strongly.

“So I gotta be slut or somefin’ like you?” Flitter slurred, climbing up the coffee table.

“Uh, excuse me?” said Cloudchaser with a tinge of anger in her voice. “I have steady on and off relationships with maybe, like, two or three colts over a period of months-“

“SLUT SLUT SLUT SLUTSLUTSLUTSLUTSLUTSLUTSLUTSLUTSLUTSLUTSLUTSLUTSLUTSLUT!”

“Get off the table!” cried Cloudchaser.

“NO!” retorted her sister, sticking her tongue out. Flitter twitched, gasping as a sudden twinge of pleasure snaked up her spine. Her wings gave an involuntary flap –hindlegs buckling under the sensation. It passed, but a strong tingling amongst the already spreading warmth was present in her loins.

“See? Look, it’s been getting to you all day and now you’re at the tipping point. Any second now something in your silly little head is going to go off and you are gonna fly around town until you find a colt to screw.”

Flitter had a snarky comment at the tip of her tongue but bit it as another shiver went through her body, a quiet whine escaping her lips instead. Even if she had called her out on her nonsense she knew she was right. She was usually right. Flitter hated that. The alarmingly clear sound of her moist lips rubbing together filled the room. Grinding them together wasn’t making the heat go away but did it feel good. Flitter moaned in pleasure again. Her sister tutted and shook her head.

“Like, just…what was this years’ brilliant plan? I figured you’d be out earlier flying around for someone,” said Cloudchaser pointedly.

“No…just mad…was gonna ask Thunder…” panted Flitter, whipping her tail around.

“What?! No waaay. Sis we grew up with Thunderlane in Cloudsdale. Heck, he’s practically like a brother.”

“Was like,” corrected Flitter. Her vision was getting hazy. “…I’ve always….kinda liked him more…he’s hot…strong…” her tongue lolled out of her mouth, “…big.”

Cloudchaser shook her head. “I can’t believe what I’m hearing…so, you were going to politely pull him aside to ask if he could do you a big favor and give you a good rutting for the next few days?”

“Som’in like that…seemed like…a good idea…figured he’d be cool with it.”

“Well he is a stallion. He does like you. He does know you,” her cold glare went unnoticed. “So, maybe he does like you. I know he hangs out with us all the time. If that’s not the heat talking then for once in your life are you actually being sincere about your feelings? Wait a second…” Cloudchaser tapped her chin, “was he the reason you kept doing this to yourself every year? This whole…trying to wait it out thing?”

Finding it incredibly hard to properly articulate her feelings at the moment Flitter nodded furiously. It was hopeless to say what she wanted about how much she did like Thunderlane, how much she kept trying to catch his eye or drop a subtle hint before backing off at the last minute when the overbearing desire to be fucked over and over again was busy dominating every one of her senses.

Sensing the inner turmoil inside of her was about to reach its crescendo and completely consume her sister, Cloudchaser trotted over and put a hoof onto her shoulder. “Listen. Go upstairs to him. This is not the best way to break it to a stallion you like. Especially like this…” Cloudchaser gestured a hoof to all of her. “So go ahead. Go upstairs. Maybe he’ll be cool. Maybe it’ll be the most awkward consensual whatever for the rest of your life. It’s not like there’s anyone else around here.”

“Rumble. There’s him,” chirped Flitter with a wide smile.

“WHAT!?” yelled Cloudchaser, a fierce pink blush on her cheeks. “He’s like, ten years ol-“

“Big for his age…” interrupted her sister dreamily.

The pink blush reddened instantly. “Listen…because you’re my one and only sister I am not going to kill you for that,” she stared hard at her sister, raised one hoof high in the air, and lightly smacked her cheek. “March up there right now and I’ll forget you ever said that.”

Flitter harruphmed, turned around, and excitedly galloped up the stairs to Thunderlanes’ room where she knew she would get what she wanted. The heady scent of arousal filled her wake and Cloudchaser crinkled her nose. Enticing as it was to go up and join her for some fun, she understood it was wrong. The night was still young. Cloudchaser sank into the beanbag chair and grabbed a controller.

Fun with Thunderlane!

Thunderlane snored loudly. Really loudly. It was always Flitters honest assumption that he slept with a pillow over his face to muffle the noise. Perhaps it was just habit. Creeping over to the bed she watched the steady rise and fall of his strong chest. Her eyes zeroed in on his groin and felt her heart pounding in her ears. With quiet wingflaps she hovered over his bed, descending onto his lower stomach with the legs outstretched.

“Oooh,” she wiggled her hips, feeling the pleasurable sensation of his sheathed member pressed against her slick entrance. Though he wasn’t erect at all she could feel that he was definitely a good size. Flitter slowly started grinding her hips into his crotch. Her gentle ministrations were already being rewarded –his dick was stiffening against her inner thigh.

“Uuurgh,” a muffled groan came from under the pillow. Thunderlanes dream was getting really intense. The good ones always ended halfway. He stared at the underside of his pillow, keenly aware of something wet and very warm pressed against his dick. Was this actually a dream? The gyrating didn’t stop. Holding his breath, he tossed the pillow to the side of the room.

Flitter was sitting on his crotch. There was no mistaking those eyes and that bow. Thunderlane was vaguely aware of his jaw opening and closing as his brain tried to simultaneously process what he was feeling and now seeing at the same time, while also firing angry questions to his subconscious as to whether this was a dream or not. This sensory overload overwhelmed his immediate feelings of arousal. His boner began to wilt.

“No! Thunder! Please.” said Flitter. She leaned forwards over him and pressed both hooves on either side of him, bringing herself close to his face to meet his wide golden eyes. The ear to ear smile on her almost deranged face grew wider. “Please…just. Can we talk?”

“Are…are we doing more than talking?” asked Thunderlane carefully. He could feel her long wavy tail wildly flicking over his hind legs. “What’s going on?”

“Thunder…I’m in heat,” she panted, her hot breath caressing his face as she blazed a trail of kisses down his neck. “I…need a stallion…really, really,” she licked a line up to his ear, beginning to nibble at the cartilage there, “badly.”

Stupefied, he draped his hoof over her neck, “You want me? For real? Right now? I mean I like you Flitter. I do, but, isn’t this kinda fast?” he attempted a half shrug as Flitter nibbled his ear. “Couldn’t we hang out first? Well we already hang out. Romatic stuff? Date! A real date would be cool right? At a restaurant or-“

Flitter silenced him with a desperate kiss, forcing her tongue inside his mouth before he could object further. She was pushy with her tongue, fighting with his to push back a little as her own slid over his teeth. Eventually Thunderlane relented, snorting through his nose as he shared the kiss properly. It was still unreal and very sudden, but he could get used to this. Flitter broke away, licking her lips at the tingly aftertaste of toothpaste.

She had enough of this foreplay bullshit.

“I need you…right now,” she grasped his face to further convey the urgency of her needs.

“So…well okay,” he glanced past her shoulder. “I’m almost, well, I’m not all that…ready yet.”

One mighty strong wingflap later and Flitter had her dripping pussy shoved directly at his nose. It only took one whiff of that musky scent for him to immediately react, cock springing to attention. Having her right there that close was too much to bear. Not bothering to ask permission at this point he allowed himself a lick at her slick lips. Then another. Feeling more adventurous by the second he stuck his tongue deep inside.

“Oh!” That felt good. Really fucking good. If eating out was a talent Thunderlane would have a tongue painting his flanks. He was everywhere inside her, lapping at her flowing juices, filling her entrance with his strong tongue. Flitter gripped his head and neck, burying her face and squealing in ecstasy as he ate her out.

“Off…get off…I need it,” she pulled away from Thunderlane. He licked his lips of the sweet taste in his mouth, but the sight of Flitter hovering above his haunches, slowly descending onto his twitching erection was something to behold. She dangled above his dick, blindly trying to line herself up, and upon finding the tip impaled herself on the length of his shaft.

Flitter came instantly.

“AUUGH! Ohhhhhhh yessss...” she hissed through gritted teeth as the first explosion of pleasure rocked through her body. Her wings twitched and jerked, feathers shedding and falling to the bed like dead leaves as her orgasm washed through her body. The flood of juices spilled out of her filled pussy onto Thunderlanes crotch. She felt herself clenching his thick shaft buried so far inside of her. The stallion on the other end groaned in pleasure. Flitter started slowly rocking her hips.

“Feels good huh? Oh Celestia you feel good,” she inhaled, feeling him throb inside her and she moaned again. It felt so good! The explosion of pleasure she had just felt didn’t ebb either. Every new motion, ever shift of him inside of her was building to another plateau of pleasure. Her legs buckled, another moan escaping from her lips. Thunderlane bucked his hips upwards and a second orgasm rocketed through her like a thousand fireworks going off inside her body, her tunnel flooding with her cream, grasping and pulling at his dick, begging for his hot cock to spill his seed and satisfy her primal cravings. Her eyes rolled up the back of her, seeing stars as her whole body shivered and shook with pleasure.

Eventually the second orgasm released her senses. Her coat was on fire, sweat rolling down it in small streams. She smacked her lips, tongue hanging out in bliss.

Thunderlane thrusted up at her, almost overwhelmed with how responsive Flitters has been. He’d hardly done anything but lay there as she creamed herself twice already! This was his first time with her, and lying on his back like a log wasn’t going to cut it.

“Move,” he grunted, using his wings to prop himself up. He wanted a better position. Flitter whined and protested as he moved around. Lost as she was in ecstasy, the only thing she wanted was to clench her hips together to keep his throbbing member buried deep inside. Spinning her around, he positioned her so all four her hooves were planted on the bed. Now from this angle he was mounting her properly, her pretty tail whipping excitedly at his nose. He braced his hind hooves against the headboard.

Then he started rutting the absolute hell out of her.

“OOOH! AH! OH! AUOOooo!” Flitter trailed off into sputtering nonsense. This was a whole new platform of pleasure for her now. Both her wings spasmed and twitched on their own, alive on her back as she lost control. Her world was nothing but him now. This exquisite sensation of being filled and fucked and nothing else, and she wished it could last forever.

“NF!” Thunderlane grunted above her. He was pounding into her haunches at a rapidly increasingly fast rate, slamming his length to her hilt with every powerful thrust. Flitter was driving him insane. She was searingly hot, incredibly tight around him; he could feel every single intimate inch of her as he drew in and out of her.

“OOoOOOH!” he found a better angle above her, gaining more inches as he filled her up, forcing her slippery passage wider open, her vagina rippling with pleasure. Her thighs shuddered in pleasure as he remained plunged to the hilt for a brief moment, his cock swelling harder inside him before feeling the hot, sticky burst of his seed flood her insides. Another final explosion of an orgasm sent her reeling –her wings instinctively flapping as she came like she never had before. It was the single most intense feeling in her entire life. She felt like she was going to faint.

Then Thunderlane pulled out; what felt like a pint of his semen flowed out of her gaping entrance, oozing down her inner thighs. He remained close to her, panting, as the intense throbbing in his cock began to die down, the last of his cum dripping from the tip of his jet-black shaft. Flitters’ lungs felt like they were on fire. She was vaguely aware of Thunderlanes’ strong foreleg caressing her mane. Her light violets met his bright golden discs and she sank into his chest, completely spent from the exertion. Skipping the nibbling on his neck she went straight for his mouth, sharing a quick kiss with him before her heavy eyelids fell, and she collapsed, sleep overtaking her easily now that her body finally got what it craved.

Celestia she had needed this.

***

“Morning, beautiful.”

Flitter yawned heavily, blinking in the warm sunlight. This wasn’t her bed and that wasn’t her sisters’ voice calling her beautiful. Last night was a blur. Why was she not home? Why did she feel so sore? The bow usually affixed to her head was askew for some reason. She remembered being incredibly horny, racing around town in circles, then playing video games and-

“Oh,” she blushed at Thunderlane as the events of last night finally finished registering,” good morning…handsome.” Both her ears flattened as he tenderly nuzzled her neck. “Uh…listen, I can explain…well, uhm-”

Thunderlane flopped back into the bed. “I figured you would say that. After we…did it,” he winced, feeling weird about the bluntness of his statement, “you kind of fell asleep right away and I was just thinking about stuff. I know you’re not really into me and everything; plus you were in heat.”

“Thunderlane…”

“So it’s totally okay if we just forget about what happened last night-“

“Thunder…”

“-and then we can go back to the way things weMFPFF!”

Flitter cut him off in a passionate kiss, pushing him into the bed. He inhaled the sweaty scent of her unwashed hair. They mashed their lips hungrily together, breaking it for air after a few seconds.

“Forget all that Thunder. I’ve always liked you, actually, but like, you know, I’m too scared to just say anything to you,” she hung her head and sighed, “Last night was bad. Like, telling you in a bad way bad.” Her hoof trailed across his chest. “Sooo…maybe we can try again some night where I’m not begging for you to nail me like some crazy mare?”

Thunderlanes’ face lifted immediately. “Really? Yeah! Yes! I’m totally down with that.”

“Good,” the knot in her stomach began unwinding. She shifter her legs slightly, the blazing fire that was raging through her loins now a dull heat thanks to him. They rested together, the tingling contact of their coats bringing each other new warmth as they lay in bed.

“Wait…did your sister lock the door when she left last night?” asked Thunderlane nonchalantly.

“Actually I don’t know what she,” Flitter tapped her chin. “I know she was playing videogames last night is all…”

***

Sunlight streamed through the light blue and gold curtains of the room directly below Thunderlane. It hit the little colt resting in bed on his face, causing him to stir under the covers. He yawned and stretched his wings. Shaking off another, larger yawn, he massaged his hind legs. They felt awfully weird. Sore even. What was today? Saturday? The first thing that came to mind was videogames. That’s what he wanted to play.

“Mornin’ tiger!” crooned a sultry voice to his left. Turning over he found himself face to face with Cloudchaser, wearing a very satisfied smile on her face.

Rumble blinked. “Uh…hi,” he blushed hard. “Um…last night I had this awesome dream,” Cloudchaser smiled wider. Rumble chuckled nervously. “And uh, you were in it…I don’t think I was really dreaming.”

“Ooh…you are smart,” she kissed his forehead, glancing further down his slender frame. “and such a big boy already.”

“Heh…uhhh…”he blushed even harder. “Can we not tell my brother?”

“I won’t tell if you won’t tell,” she nibbled at his mane. Flapping out of bed she drifted over to his door. “C’mon! Let’s get downstairs and play some videogames!” Instead of jumping out after her the not-so-little Pegasus fiddled with his hooves. Cloudchaser sighed and flew back to him, kissing him on the lips like she did last night. “It’ll be our little secret. I promise. Now, let’s go! Some-ponys got a new high score to beat!”

“No WAY!” He jumped out of bed after her, giggling and chasing her down the hallway.

THE END