Shivered Timbers' Sexty Minute Ponies

Cloudsdalium
by Shivered Timbers

(This is the clop scene from Cloudsdalium, written as a second 69-minute entry for the same prompt.)

Soarin' smiled the smile of a stallion about to have sex with a beautiful mare and led Rarity to his room.

The thing about Soarin's room was that it adjoined Spitfire's, and that meant that from the moment they entered it, he and Rarity could hear the sounds of crashing, thunking, and passionate shouting from its occupants.

"It sounds like they're really going at it," Soarin' said softly.

"I hope it isn't too distracting," Rarity said, smiling, and nuzzled his neck.

He made a satisfied noise and kissed her, eliciting a giggle. "How d'you wanna do this?"

"Oh, gently at first, of course," she said, turning and brushing her tail languidly across his face. "But I'm sure I'll come 'round in time."

He laughed and launched into the air, chasing her onto the bed. She rolled onto her back, giggling and kicking her hooves playfully.

"Oh, you cad!" she cried. "Treating a lady so!" The smile on her face betrayed her intentions and he alighted on the bed, standing over her, nimbly avoiding the weak kicks.

"I'll show you how I treat a lady," he rumbled, and pressed his mouth to hers, which stilled her. Already, he was at full mast, just a hair's breadth from making her his.

"Oh my," she said, lidding her eyes coyly. "What a large thingy you have."

"All the better to... uh... do things to you with, my dear."

"You'll have to show me," she said, and wiggled about until her back pressed up against his underside. His shaft lay flat against her rump and he adjusted his hindquarters until it was in position, just outside its ultimate mark.

"Mmm, take me," she murmured, and he needed no further urging. They shared a heady gasp as he filled into her, finding the fit mutually pleasurable.

The wall behind the bed deformed as something large crashed into it from the other side. While he showed his companion just what sorts of things he could do to her, he watched out of the corner of his eye the shape of a head pressing into the cloud wall again and again. They must have missed the bed.

"Oh, Soarin'!" Rarity cried. "Harder, harder!"

Not wanting to disappoint, he obliged her, slamming his hips against hers rhythmically, listening to the slap, slap and feeling her push against him, enveloping him in her softness.

"Oh yes! Oh Celestia, yes, right there! Fuck me, you wonderful stallion!"

Why did she have to be so talkative? It was distracting him, though he wasn't about to protest, since he'd much rather have her here, doing this with him, than not. She was really turning out to be an amazing lay, and he wondered why they hadn't done this sooner.

As she moaned and yowled and called his name again and again, he once more caught sight of some object pressing against the wall. The screams from the other side were rising in pitch, competing with Rarity's own, until quite suddenly, a head popped through.

"Ow! What in the actual fuck, Dash?"

There was a muffled, "Sorry!"

Soarin' cleared his throat, stopping his motions and clicking his tongue until Rarity took notice as well.

"Why did you st--oh. Hello, Spitfire," she said causally, "what brings you here?"

"Rarity? Soarin'?" Spitfire struggled, but seemed stuck in the wall. "Since when are you two fucking?"

"Since about three minutes ago," he said.

Rarity added, "Until we were interrupted."

"Huh." Spitfire seemed nonplussed. "Well, it's good to know that... HNNNF! SHIT RAINBOW, CAN YOU STOP DOING THAT AND GIVE ME A HOOF HERE?"

Rather than accede, Rainbow Dash stuck her grinning head through the wall slightly above where Spitfire's was.

"Whoa, since when are Rarity and Soarin' doing it?"

Rarity rolled her eyes. "We would be doing far more if we could only have some privacy." Then she smiled, asking sweetly, "How are things going on your end?"

Soarin' began to move ever so slightly, and Rarity groaned, blushing furiously at the public display.

"Oh, just great!" Rainbow exclaimed. "This is the best idea you've ever had, Rarity."

"She gives as good as she gets," Spitfire said, grinning up at Rainbow. "I've never had a mare anywhere near as lively."

"And I've still got a lot of life left in me," Rainbow said, returning the grin every bit as ferociously. "You ain't seen nothin' yet!"

Spitfire feigned a yawn. "We'll see."

Rainbow looked back up, as Soarin' and Rarity were now fully engaged in their copulations. She whistled appreciatively.

"Damn, they are really going at it," she murmured.

Spitfire nodded. "Looks like it."

Rainbow grinned. "Orgy?"

"No!" Rarity and Soarin' shouted simultaneously.

"Soarin' and me have a strict no-sex policy," Spitfire said. "Cornerstone of our friendship, works out for the best."

Rainbow pouted for a moment, then, with a bit of struggle, removed herself from the wall. Spitfire, after a long bout of grunting and groaning sprinkled with the occasional moan, likewise disappeared back into her room, the cloud sealing itself over behind her.

"Finally," Soarin' grunted, and shuddered. He felt like a bulging dam, near bursting with rainwater. "I think I'm gonna come," he breathed.

"Do it," Rarity begged, "oh, come for me, Soarin'!"

His mains burst and he flooded her, letting out a long, low moan and resting atop her. She made a very pleased sound and bucked back against him as the torrent exited his body, drawing every last drop out.

"Was that good for you, dear?" she asked at length. He nodded, as it was all he could manage to do.

"Now I want you to show me how you treat a lady," she murmured, and wiggled her rump.

He slid out of her with a soft noise, drops of his seed dribbling over the bed. At least clouds were easy to clean. She rolled over, then spun around, beckoning him back down with a hoof and a smile.

"Come on then," she said softly, and he lowered himself over her.

The musk of her arousal filled his nose as he let his muzzle down between her legs, and she very gently began cleaning his cock with her tongue. Needing no further invitation, he slid his tongue out and into her, eliciting oohs and ahhs. He knew where a mare's treasures lie, having brought many to screaming ecstasy with his mouth.

Granted, they weren't normally filled with his own juices, but he found the mixed taste to be not unpleasant, at least. He put the thoughts from his mind and focused on the positioning, reaching the deepest spots, and those most sensitive.

Rarity took her time cleaning him, and at one point leaned up, letting out a gasp as he hit just the right spot before sucking one of his balls into her mouth. She rolled it around ever so gently, tongue massaging the sensitive skin over it before popping it back out. Then her did the same with his cock.

Her mouth was almost more pleasurable to experience than her pussy. It was obvious she'd had as much experience with stallions as he'd had with mares. She drew forth mind-bending surges of pleasure with her tongue. Had he not already been kneeling over her, she would have brought him to his knees. She worked her way up his shaft, attending every inch as it slid into her mouth, and yes, she took him all the way in. Her throat constricted around his tip and sent his entire body quivering.

As he worked frantically at her nub, switching back and forth between outer and inner, he felt himself getting lighter, and fanned his wings for balance. Every noise she made worked up his member, and she being deliberate in her ministrations.

"Rarity!"

He exploded into her, and she let him go, swallowing everything he had to give her. He wrapped his arms around her midsection and sucked hard on her clit. Her hips bucked and then she coated his nose in a sticky mess.

Exhausted, they collapsed into a heap, and he rolled off of her, panting.

"That was really good," he breathed.

"I agree."

They lay there like that for quite some time. The noise from next door had died down as well. Rarity drew herself upon her elbows, scooting over until she could lay her head on his chest. He smiled, pulling her close, and nuzzled her mane.

"Hey," he said, "your mane's all mussed."

"Mmmm," she said, closing her eyes. "It happens when one is in the throes of passion."

"You wanna take a shower or something?"

"Maybe later." She let out a small, happy sigh and relaxed against him.

He lay his head back, smiling the smile of a stallion who'd just had amazing sex with a beautiful mare.

"Where did you wanna go eat?"

She made a small noise that sounded slightly irritated. "Let's talk about it later."

"How about flying? I could take you flying sometime, if you're interested."

"That does sound fun." She opened one eye, smiling up at him. "You're sweet, Soarin', but you need to know when to shut up and let a lady get some sleep."

"Oh." He chuckled and watched as she settled back down on his chest. He kept one hoof around her withers, and lay back, closing his eyes.

"Well, then, we'll talk later."

"Shh!"

He cleared his throat, cheeks reddening, and whispered, "Sorry."