Quickies

Sexty Minute Pony Stories Prompt #9: “Two ponies try a new position.”

Nurse Redheart checked Thunderlane's chart again. He was going to be all right, but he was also going to be stuck in bed for at least a week. She decided on discretion, and went to check on her other patients.

Thunderlane was grateful for the painkillers and Redheart's restraint. The last evening had started so well, even before the sudden trip to the emergency room.

Is wasn't hard to organize somepony to look after Rumble. Ponies liked the kid. He was gonna be real popular when he grew up.

Thunderlane had a free evening and he knew what he was going to be doing. A hoof-full of gel, and his mane stood at attention.

He hadn't expected to hook up with someone at the Ponyville Waterspout. Usually, getting sneezed on wasn't the way to start a romance, but Blossomforth was an unusual pegasus. When he came down with a cold, she was sweet enough to bring him some carrot soup and they convalesced together.

Since then, they had found various excuses to get together.

It was funny. Thunderlane mostly came to Ponyville to look after his half-brother Rumble. One thing after another made him settle down there and start to feel at home. The cheap airspace, the beautiful views, the steady and reasonably challenging work on a rural weather team.

He wondered if Blossomforth was going to become another thing tying him to Ponyville.

Blossomforth was also looking forward to the evening. Her cottage was near the fields of wildflowers just outside Ponyville.

She wanted to make sure she finished her meditations before her date with Thunderlane. At first, she thought he was just an ordinary, sky-obsessed pegasus, only interested in clouds and sun. Seeing him looking after his little brother made her reconsider, and wonder if there was something more to the sporty stallion.

There was, but he was very much more Mr. Right Now than Mr. Right.

She had begun a course to develop her magical powers. She had always envied earth ponies for their connection to the land and the beautiful flowers that sprouted from the fields. One of her most precious memories was flying out one icy spring morning, and looking down to see the crocuses greeting the warming sun; in an instant, she felt a connection with the tiny points of color below, and shared with them their hopes for the warmth and sun of the coming spring. It wasn't long before she was spending most of her time on the ground, learning everything she could about her floral friends. She was born a creature of sunlight and warm breezes, but she always wanted to understand and feel what was going on with them.

Her magical experimentation started with meditation, and over time, she began studying yoga, feeling the ground calling to her, learning how to stretch and clear her mind. She progressed from student to teacher, giving lessons to the other ponies in Ponyville.

Recently, she had tried using a crystals to develop her connection to growing things. Many ponies had claimed success using a forehead crystal in a simple headdress to develop their psychic potential. The exercises were certainly relaxing.

Thunderlane knocked on her door. She dismounted from her upside-down lotus position with a smart, wing-assisted back-flip, and rushed to the door.

He smiled sweetly at her. “Hello, Princess.”

Blossomforth crossed her eyes and looked up. She had forgotten to take off her head-dress. She giggled and bade him into her cottage.

The evening sun's rays caught dust motes in her simply decorated cottage. Cushions and pillows and mats were strewn on the floor, and simple wall scrolls decorated the pale yellow walls. It was her little temple of light. She placed her head-dress on a stand, careful to point the crystal “horn” due north, and fell into Thunderlane's embrace.

They both knew what they wanted. She soon found herself on her back on a mat, wings splayed in arousal, as Thunderlane's kisses moved due south. He had made a sweet joke last time about counting the freckles on her belly where her coat became thinner. It was hard not to blush as his kisses and licks moved on past her stiff little nipples, and began to explore her moist little slit.

If he kept on like this, she'd... well, she was ready. He was a very talented and sensitive stallion.

Through half-closed eyes, she saw that it wasn't only his wings that were fully erect.

“Let me try something.”

Putting her weight on her front hooves, she arched her back, lifting her hips over her head. Thunderlane didn't hesitate – soon the tip of his shaft was probing her wetness, and slowly and gently he entered her.

Blossomforth felt so wonderfully loose, and gave his testicles a few gentle kisses and licks as they batted against her muzzle. She was getting sloppier and sloppier, and tasted her own aroma dripping down his balls. All this was just getting her hotter.

“Wanna change?” Thunderlane was always astounded that Blossomforth could relax in the contorted positions she enjoyed.

Blossomforth had an idea. She thought about the head-stand she had used earlier in her meditation.

Pointing her hips to the ceiling, she panted, “Take me from above.” She had an idea how she could make the feeling of him inside her, filling her up, even more intense.

Thunderlane gingerly flapped his stiff wings, and then lowered himself down, his stiff cock sliding into Blossomforth's eager pussy. “Now,” she panted, “Twist!”

Thunderlane's flapping wings were now setting the rhythm. With some difficulty, he began flapping his wings in opposite directions.

The stallion's shaft rotated inside Blossomforth, making her squeal with pleasure. Thunderlane felt a twinge at the base of his wings, but her cries of pleasure made him keep going, going until...

A muscle spasmed in the base of his left wing, and the both tumbled to the ground. Grunting through the pain, Thunderlane moaned, “Y... you OK?”

Blossomforth's blue eyes filled with concern. “Oh! What happened?”

“I... I think I slipped a disk...”

Soon, the two blushing ponies were waiting in the Emergency Room of Ponyville General Hospital. Blossomforth did her best to comfort the moaning Thunderlane.

She tried to think of a good story to explain the accident. So did Thunderlane.

Unfortunately, they weren't the same story.