A Cloudborn's Restless Spirit

Cloudchaser was having disappointingly little success in her attempts to fuck her way through her weather team. Almost every time she slipped some form of “You free after work today?” she got a disappointing answer. Skywishes and Birdsong were busy, Blossom was planning a date with Thunder and had no interest in a third wheel thank you very much, and as for Spring Showers... well, she was a delicate thing; Chaser would feel bad about shocking her the way she'd shocked Flitter that morning. Besides, much like Flitter, Spring Showers had a shade of groundbound to her.

Redshift didn't like her, she didn't like Tailwind, Sweet Dew wasn't her type, Night Bloom wasn’t into mares, and of course Chaser knew better than to proposition Ditzy Doo. Even as a visitor and a volunteer, it hadn't taken Chaser long to learn about Ditzy, the loveable grey-furred liability. Ditzy was was unbearably pure-hearted, long since mated, and groundbound to the core. That only left Raindrops, who was always bad about keeping promises to “catch up later,” and Glory Seeker, who was shirking work again.

Cloudchaser wasn't so arrogant as to feel insulted at being turned down, but today was supposed to have been a special day for fucking! She understood Blossomforth wanting some alone time, but usually at least Raindrops and Seeker were up for some fun. It looked like nopony on her entire team wanted to...

No, that wasn't true. The pegasus Chaser was thinking of wasn't a member of her own team, but there was one weatherpony out on the job today whom she couldn't resist asking. One cerulean powerhouse of a pegasus with an unforgettable smirk and a seven-colored mane.

“Hey, Captain Dash!” Chaser projected her words towards their target as if tossing a projectile. They struck their mark with unerring accuracy, and a rainbow-maned head perked up from a low-hanging pile of cloud-fluff in response. Chaser hefted her saddlebags and floated down to level with her Team Leader.

“Who the heck still calls me that?” Rainbow Dash wondered out loud. She rolled her eyes when she saw Chaser on approach. “Right. Cloudchaser.” She rolled onto all fours and raised her voice to call back. “I told you, just call me--”

“...Dashie?” Cloudchaser had heard that pet name applied to her Team Leader before, but had never dared use it herself. She'd meant it to be an icebreaker. It didn't work. Rainbow Dash eyed Cloudchaser with what looked awfully like suspicion.

“I sure didn't tell you to call me that.”

“Sorry. Is that strictly a bedroom name, or what?”

Rainbow Dash shied back slightly, one brow raised. She’d gone from suspicious to slightly concerned. She narrowed her eyes, then opened her mouth, and closed it again, before venturing a response. “You... really suck at subtlety, Chaser.”

“Good. Saves us both some bullshit. Are you free today, Captain Dash?” Chaser flashed her favorite kind of smile, the least subtle kind. Wolfish, some would call it.

Before answering either the question or the smile, Rainbow Dash stared off into the distance for a few moments. Chaser didn't recognize the look on Captain Dash's face. Oh no, did she have some kind of obligation? Damn! And this had been such a good idea too!

“I think I have a few hours. Count yourself lucky for the early finish.”

Yes! Chaser hurriedly reached back for the left outside pocket of her bags...

“I guess I shouldn't be surprised that you thought of me. After all-- Whoa!” Rainbow Dash's eyes bugged out when she saw Chaser rearing proudly, magic-induced equipment displayed at full mast. Rainbow looked twice as shocked as Flitter had been. “Where the heck did you get THAT from?”

“C'lestia jus' made me speshial ah guess!” Chaser managed to say despite the bit in her mouth and the huge grin on her face. “That or it'sh thish thing 'tween mah teeth!”

Rainbow Dash snickered, but quickly pulled herself together. “Where did the bit come from?”

“Wuz jus' sittin' in th' grassh! Y'ever seen sumthin' like thish?”

“Sitting in the grass, huh? Lemme have a look.”

Chaser complied, trying not to let Rainbow Dash's strangely serious attitude bring her down. She gingerly dropped the metal rod onto the cloudstuff between them, and Rainbow Dash stopped it with a hoof, too intent on the item itself to notice the way Chaser shuddered at the sensation of her body returning to normal. It was going to take her some time to get used to that.

There was a long slit running lengthwise across the whole thing with a shred of paper stuffed into that slit. Chaser initially wondered how she'd missed that, but the answer was simple: she'd been so excited to play with it that she hadn't given it a proper examination.

Rainbow Dash gingerly pulled the little slip free and uncrumpled it. Chaser fidgeted. What did Rainbow know about this thing that she didn't?

“Oh wow. This is fantastic.” Rainbow's face brightened as she read and re-read the note, until she looked ready to burst with excitement. “I can't believe this!” Rainbow gushed. “You got a reject! An escapee!”

“Wait, are you saying you've seen one of these before? And what do you mean, an escapee?”

“Um... Kind of a long story...”

“I've got time, remember?” Chaser planted her rear on the cloud, like a foal waiting to be told a story.

“Fine.” Rainbow Dash glanced off towards the horizon again, maybe without even realizing she was doing it. What was in that direction? Chaser wondered. Oh. Of course. Sweet Apple Acres. “Dashie” was funny that way—mated to an Earther, but still happy to live it up. Actually, Chaser reflected, maybe that made Dashie's groundbound mate the funny one, for being so seemingly happy with the arrangement.

“I found something just like this a while ago. It turned out to be cursed, so that's why I was worried. This one, though...” Her eyes dropped to the magic bit again. There was that gleam again that Chaser liked so much. “This one's safe. Says so on the note. Have a look.” Rainbow Dash dropped the little yellow piece of paper in front of Chaser.

“Huh.” Chaser, like Rainbow, read then re-read the note. Unlike Rainbow, she didn't quite understand what she was reading. “So it's safe to use, but what does it mean by B value? And who exactly...” She looked up, and promptly let out a high-pitched “Wah!” as she recoiled away from the Rainbow Dong hovering half an inch from her face. Rainbow Dash threw her head back and laughed as Chaser got back to her hooves.

Chaser laughed along, and took the opportunity to size up her good fortune. Thunderlane had been right about Dash’s dick, actually. The grey-furred boy had been merely average, but Rainbow Dash’s magical endowment was just as average. Chaser hated to think she was the type to compare sizes, but anyway, just like with Thunderlane's piece, it was hard to be overly concerned with the equipment when faced with its owner.

“Powerhouse” was more a word for Thunderlane than for Rainbow Dash, Chaser decided. Her leader's body was less like an industrial machine and more like a weapon. Rainbow Dash was honed, tempered, balanced, and battle-tested. She didn't bulge or ripple; she gleamed like blue steel. Oh yeah, and she was equipped with a dick. She had a rock hard, teal length of fuck-meat extending from between her legs. It was bizzare and yet it wasn't; Dash brandished her stallion implement with such confidence that it didn't really look out of place on her toned, perfect body. Chaser did nothing to hide how she felt about having such a body hovering in full display in front of her, penis and all. The idea for today had been to see what it was like to be a stallion with Raindrops or Birdsong, but taking it from a girl-cock was starting to look like an even better idea when Rainbow Dash was introduced to the equation. Chaser licked her lips as she stared, feeling a little flutter of fillyish desire in her chest.

“Ha! Tail raised just fr'm gettin' a good look!” Rainbow Dash was pretty good at talking with the bit in her mouth, Chaser noted.

“Dunno why you're so suprirsed. You're something, Rainbow Dash.” Anypony who knew Cloudchaser would know what it meant when the edge came off of her voice, but Rainbow Dash wasn't really somepony who knew Cloudchaser.

“Yeah? Wha' kinda somethin'? Tell me.” Rainbow Dash taunted, edging closer.

“Aww, are you going to make me beg?” Cloudchaser hummed. Then she yelped as Rainbow Dash swept her forelegs and tackled her, tossing her flat onto her back.

“Maybe I should,” Rainbow Dash said breathily, nearly brushing Chaser's ear with her bared teeth, clamped down on the bit. “I was thinkin’ about taking a nap, but you h’d other ideas for my time.” She ran one hoof slowly through Cloudchaser's mane, then brought that hoof down onto the cloud, pinning Chaser by her blue-white hair.

This was almost too much. Chaser's mouth hung open. “Yes, yes, dear stars yes!” she gasped. She spread her hind legs wide enough to present a fully exposed target, reached for Dash with her forelegs, and let out a little shiver of burning, overwhelming need.

“I d'nno if we sh'd do this aft'r all,” Rainbow Dash said, staring away from Cloudchaser and into the distance with a huge, taunting grin framing the bit in her mouth. She didn't let go of Chaser's mane; if anything, she pressed her hoof down harder. “We're so close to th' ground... Wouldn' want anypony to look up 'n SEE us...” Her solid cock came lightly to a rest on Chaser's belly.

Chaser didn't need any more hints. She begged for it, but wordlessly, with an almost pitiful whimper and wide, pleading eyes. She raised her hips, brushing her desperately wet marehood across Dash's cock. Her lower lips lapped against the firm shaft pressed between them repeatedly.

“Well, since y' asked so nice...” Rainbow Dash backed away slightly, still holding Chaser's head down by the mane. “A'ready spread wide f'r me too. Good thing yer so flexible.” Chaser squirmed a little as she momentarily lost the warmth of body contact. Then she screamed as Rainbow Dash impaled her in a single stroke, and that scream was stifled by a hoof quickly but gently thumping against her mouth. Dash's other forehoof, the one tangled in her mane, kept Chaser's head flat against the cloud while she arched and shook with muffled moaning.

Rainbow Dash drew back, agonizingly slowly, so that Chaser could feel the flare drag through her insides. She couldn’t help it--she gasped. Chaser had her eyes squeezed shut, but she imagined Rainbow Dash grinning wickedly at the terrible pleasure she was inflicting. Then, before she could even catch her breath, Rainbow Dash bore down on her, pushing so deep that their hips almost met.

With the fraction of a second that there was between Rainbow Dash reaching maximum depth and starting another backswing, Chaser reflected upon the fact that Rainbow Dash was more devastatingly effective with a dick than anypony Chaser could think of who had been born with one. Then the thought was pushed from her mind by the sensation of Dash drawing back and thrusting again, and she screamed again into the hoof muffling her. The sound she let out every time Dash plunged her was somewhere between a primal yell and truly happy laughter. Pinned down on her back, with her marehood awkwardly displayed like a bullseye to be struck, all she could do was let Dash go to work on her. In this position, trapped and oriented all wrong, she could feel every throb and drag. There was a dialogue between them, spoken in sensuous or violent thrusts, and through moans, and squirms, and by hooves tentatively tracing up Rainbow Dash's forelegs and to her shoulders.

Chaser wasn't just blanking her mind in order to enjoy the moment, no—the turquoise pegasus cock gliding through her with impossibly skilled smoothness was putting her in a state of singleminded pleasure. She arched, but because she needed to move, not because she wanted more. She moaned, not to express something, but because the moan came and she needed to let it out. She squirmed, contracted, raised her legs in the air to rest against Rainbow Dash's sides—and came in what felt like no time, her body suddenly stiffening in orgasmic spasms. There was no force to her climax scream; she wailed a deep, shivering cry of pure joy.

As the surge faded and Chaser went from frenzied quaking to long breaths with only the occasional shake, Rainbow Dash graudally relented, drew herself back through Chaser's oozing tunnel one more time, and Dash released her submission hold in order to crawl forward on Chaser's body, resting her cock on Chaser's belly—actually, it reached lower-mid chest rather handily.

Chaser understood the signal, and giggled as she raised her head and gave Dash's magic-induced toy a playful peck, emphasizing the popping sound of her lips. Rainbow Dash nodded, as if to say, Glad you're into that. She crawled up a little further to give Chaser better access, while giving her space to make herself comfortable, shaping the cloud into a makeshift chair. Dash propped her forehooves on the 'head' of the chair, so that Chaser's field of vision was full of Rainbow Dash. Some of the Rainbow Dash was pointed right in Chaser's face, and it was shining wetly with Chaser's own pleasure juice. With another little giggle, Chaser realized that Rainbow Dash had left a wet smear on her belly and chest fur. It smelled good—well, it smelled like sex. It tasted good, too.

Chaser drew a playful lick across the shaft, circling around to the tip to lick off the dab of precum. Sometimes she gently sucked at the length, as if laying on a gentle kiss; other times she teased with the tip of her tongue or wrapped her lips around the circumference far enough so that her teeth brushed flesh. When she was finished lapping her own taste off, she pressed her tongue against the underside and dragged tongue, lips, and face as The fur on Chaser's cheeks and forehead was matted in spots with three kinds of pony fluid when time Rainbow Dash decided that she'd had enough teasing. A hoof came gently to rest on the top of Chaser's head as Dash shifted her hips and probed at Chaser's already parted lips. Chaser obliged immediately, opening wide and wrapping her mouth around the flare.

Like so many other things, Chaser had learned to love the feeling of warm skin sliding over her lips and tongue, the warm smell of arousal and exertion, even the taste of sweat. She breathed deeply, tilting her head in order to slide forward along the shaft. They were low enough to the ground so that the wind couldn't steal voices and sounds away, so Rainbow Dash could probably still hear the occasional tiny crooning hum that vibrated against her cock. With her head nearly touching Rainbow Dash's chest and belly, Chaser was certain she could hear Dash's quickening breath and her scratchy, almost desperate murmurs of pleasure. Rainbow Dash's muscular length throbbed in Chaser's mouth, and every twitch corresponded to a little happy noise coming from Dash's chest. Chaser knew what that meant. She exhaled sensuously, pressing her tongue against the bottom of the shaft and pulling her head back for what she knew would be the last time she needed to.

The first spurt was sudden and explosive. That distinctive, sweet taste coated Chaser's mouth in a single shot. The next spurt left a pool of warm, on Chaser's tongue. She leaned back, gurgling uncomfortably, and accidentally let Rainbow Dash's dick slip her mouth so that the third spurt sprayed against Chaser's lips. She recoiled instinctively, and the fourth hit her cheek, throwing a linear splash across her face. Then it subsided—the fifth jumped weakly onto Chaser's neck, and the rest just dribbled down onto the cloud. Chaser chuckled involuntarily, which was a major mistake that resulted in white ooze dribbling down her chin. Then she licked her lips, swallowed, and let herself sink back into the pillowy cloud.

Rainbow Dash flopped onto the tuft of cloud next to her, reclining lazily and glancing over with that same little smirk of hers. Chaser, meanwhile, was flat on her side in a state of—not quite afterglow—more the kind of unworried bliss that might be expected from, say, a day at the beach. In fact, if not for Dashie's dick and the cum spattered all over Chaser's mouth, chin, and left cheek, the two could have been simply enjoying a relaxing afternoon together. After a few moments of deep breathing and dizzy recuperation, Chaser pulled herself up to her haunches, gathered up an armful of cloud, and used it to clean the fuck-juice off of her face and chest. After making sure she'd done a thorough job, she set the sticky, musty-smelling little tuft adrift and flopped back down, smiling at her Leader.

“What, you're not gonna give me a turn? Ungrateful slut.” Rainbow Dash dropped the insult with the same amount of ceremony that she tossed the bit onto the cloud between them with. Chaser chose to believe that it was because Dash had gotten a feel for Chaser's unique views concerning social inhibitions.

“Oh what the hell!” Chaser snorted, sticking out her lower lip. “You pinned me and fucked me inside out! Then I serviced you and took your load on my--!”

“I'm asking if you're ready for round two with the shoe on the other hoof, new girl.”

That changed Cloudchaser's tone. She let out a long, theatrical yawn of mock indifference as she rolled to her hooves. “Well you should ask more nicely.” Chaser picked up the bit, and her left eye twitched involuntarily as the toy did its work on her nethers. Nope—still not used to it. Maybe eventually. “An' I'm no new girl. Not on th' crew an' not in th' sack either!”

“You're new at using that thing bewteen your legs is what you're new at. Don' worry, I won't laugh if it takes you a few tries to get it right. We can't all be as awesome as me...”

“'Ere's gotta be a firs' time fr' ev’rythin', righ'? Din'tcha say y’wanted a turn?” Chaser's dick twitched... Chaser's fully erect dick, dying to be used. That was going to take maybe even more getting used to; the idea of her dick.

Rainbow Dash nodded. “All right, then... don't hurt yourself, new girl.” She turned her back to Chaser, raised her tail, and wiggled tauntingly. “Five bits if you bullseye it on the first try.” The meat-pole between Chaser's rear legs was permanently hard as per the nature of the magic, she'd learned that the first time she'd picked it up. Of course, had she been an actual stallion, the sight of Rainbow Dash's rump and marehood on display for the taking probably would've brought her to full mast immediately.

“Yer on. Jus' hold still and don' cheat.” Really, Chaser thought as she mounted up, it wasn't so different from back when she used to take Breezie for a ride with a strapon. She braced herself by clutching Dash about the flanks, shifted for position blindly... it was easier, in fact; she could feel where the tip was prodding and sliding at. She inhaled sharply as she felt Dash wink. Flaps of soft mareflesh tickled nerve endings that Chaser hadn't been born with.

There. Chaser's blunt cock-head came to a rest against its target, cradled by warm ponypuss. In another two seconds, Chaser thought, Captain Dash was going to owe her five bits. Cloudchaser tightened her grip on Dash's perfectly sculpted flanks with her forehooves and, after a single deep breath, slid her dick forward between Rainbow Dash's pussy lips.

Rainbow Dash's little cry of ecstacy didn't even register in Chaser's head, because all Chaser had room for in her mind was the slide of soft skin against slick flesh, the friction and the enveloping warm wetness of the very first push. It was like another first time, because it was her first time. This was her first time feeling what it was like to press herself into the inviting folds of a mare... Chaser trembled so hard she nearly fell forward onto Rainbow Dash's back.

Rainbow Dash glanced back as she felt Chaser's hooves slip. “Watch it,” she muttered, though they both knew that Chaser knew better than to touch wings that didn't belong to her. “Mmm,” Rainbow added happily, as Chaser steadied herself for another tentative thrust.

Chaser didn't really have space in her head to be excited or intimidated about fucking Rainbow Dash, either. For the time being, she was too busy basking in amazing, impossible new sensations. She wanted to explore Rainbow Dash with the probe between her legs. She wanted to take this feeling and keep feeling it, which was why she kept pushing deeper in, then pulling back so that she could feel the push forward again. Dimly, she realized that her mouth was hanging wide open and that she was panting. Her wings were as rigid as her cock—when did that happen? Then, unexpectedly, she came.

She gasped through her teeth, and the gasp turned into a moan. She realized that her eyes were squeezed shut and that some kind of guttural sound was coming from her throat. She felt her dick take on a mind of its own, rhythmically squeezing out her release. It only lasted a few seconds, but when it was over, Cloudchaser was ready to simply spit the metal bit onto the cloud and topple lazily off of Dash's flanks. She landed with a loud, fluffy thump.

Yeah, she could see how a stallion might be ready to just roll over and start snoring after that.

“All good, Cloudchaser?” Rainbow Dash asked, hovering a few inches off the cloud.

“Better than good,” Chaser replied sleepily. “And I'm gonna collect on that bet, too.”

“Should work on your endurance first. A weatherpony's gotta be in shape for sustained work.” Chaser wasn't looking, but she could hear the shit-eating grin on Dash's face.

“Shu'up. I bet you came almost as fast on your first time with the thing.”

“Wanna bet? I could have the pony who could settle the debate back here in ten seconds flat.”

“Go home to her,” Chaser yawned. “You're keeping her waiting.”

“Be that way. See you on tomorrow's shift, Cloudchaser!” And just like that, Rainbow sped off towards Sweet Apple Acres, leaving behind her signature prismatic contrail. Chaser often wondered if that trail was subconscious for Rainbow Dash, or if she intentionally put it on just to let everypony know where she was at all times.

Whatever—although Chaser technically had somepony who might be waiting for her as well, Chaser's somepony was out in the skies today, and might not be home until late. Or had Flitter said that today was an early finish?

Meh. Chaser rolled onto her side and fell into a light, dreamless sleep while the sun crawled lower towards the horizon.

“Beautiful,” Flitter said to a sketched portrait of Moondancer. Captured in black and grey, framed in simple wood and glass, the likeness was just as severe and almost as beautiful as the mare it was based on. Moondancer wasn't in the room, so she couldn't have heard Flitter's sigh.

Except that she did. “It's nothing special,” Moondancer said from around the corner. Flitter disagreed strongly with the assessment of 'nothing special,' but didn't trust herself to say a thing any more. Moondancer's dark voice pierced the walls of her house as if they were nothing, which, really, they sort of were. “The rent is low,” Moondancer continued. “I guess that's because there isn't a lot of demand for cloud houses around here.” That, Flitter understood—there were some pegasi who couldn't imagine living in a house made of wood and brick, but most of those pegasi didn't live in Ponyville.

Moondancer appeared, balancing two pints of cider on a tray. Pause. “Cider looks good,” Flitter spat, much too hastily. Pleasantries and niceties. An obligatory social lead-in to make the night's order of business more socially acceptable. Flitter didn't like it. It made the situation more awkward, not less. Or was Moondancer genuinely just being a good host, and the invitation to come inside hadn't held any extra connotations after all? This, thought Flitter, was why ponies should stop dressing everything up with social graces and pretty words!

Dancer set the tray on the coffee table and slid one mug closer to Flitter. The table, actually just a raised flat surface of solidified cloud, was starting to turn a cold yellow color as the sunset faded and artificial light took over. “I hoped you would like it. It's from a couple of seasons ago. I keep it around for guests.” The pungent smell of fermentation filled the room even despite its incorporeal walls. Moondancer cleared her throat. “I'm sorry, I forgot to ask if you drank. I have a jug of fresh, too, if you prefer.”

“That... Yes, I'd rather have the fresh.” She grinned sheepishly. “Sorry...”

Moondancer shook her head, taking Flitter's mug back. “No, no. I'm the one who ought to be sorry. The fresh tastes better anyway; I just like to bring out something special for guests.” She winked and took off for the kitchen again at a quick trot.

Flitter rested her elbows on the table and rubbed her temples with both forehooves. She was no teetotaler, but she knew when she needed control over her faculties—now was no time for her to be taking brain-benders. Also, she was acting like a damn filly. When was the last time she'd treated an attraction like this like a tentative foalhood crush?

“Y'all righ'?” Moondancer asked, from every close by. Flitter's head snapped up and smacked right into what felt like a jaw. “Ow!” Moondancer snapped. A few splashes of cider flew from the mug she was holding between her teeth, but she managed to save most of it-- the rest fell to the ground, where it soaked into the cloud-carpet and was gone.

“Ahh! I'm so sorry!”

“Quit bein' sorry. I'm tougher'n that.” Moondancer set the cider down in front of Flitter. “There.” Then she nudged Flitter with her shoulder. Flitter, embarrassingly, nearly stumbled at the playful little shove.

Moondancer blinked. “Do you need to lie down? I can bring the cider up to the bedroom if you like. Been a hard day of flying for both of us.”

Moondancer wasn't acting like she'd had such a hard day of flying, but there was genuine concern bundled with the lewd suggestion. Flitter was still feeling sore from the lake run, after all. “A little rest sounds nice, actually.”

They didn't actually get a chance to relax. Moondancer led the way, bumping open a hatch in the ceiling with her head that led directly into her bedroom from the living room, balancing a tray in her mouth all the way up. Flitter followed Moondancer up through the floor, then over to the bedside table. Then she stood and waited patiently for Moondancer to put the tray down so that her mouth would be free.

Moondancer turned around and started to say something that would have no doubt been terribly polite and welcoming, and much as Flitter would have loved to listen to her Commander's wonderfully low voice all night, this one time she interrupted Moondancer's words by muffling her with a kiss.

As Moondancer pressed into the kiss, curling one hoof around the back of Flitter's head and guiding them both towards the bed, Flitter felt the restrained power in the tenderness of Moondancer's lips and tongue.

“Well, well.” Moondancer's voice was dark, heavy, and sweet as she pulled away, having backed Flitter up against the bed. That sultry voice, lowered in seduction instead of raised in command, had Flitter's wings standing at attention in no time. “Didn't expect little Flitty to be so forward.”

“I'm not,” Flitter murmurred, climbing backwards onto the bed. Like the rest of the house, it was made of cloud. “You kept me waiting.”

“Ah. Well, I guess I should've been a better hostess...” Moondancer advanced until she was hovering—literally—over Flitter's supinated form. “Never polite to make a guest wait for...”

“Don't.” Flitter wrapped both forelegs around Moondancer's neck and dragged her down so that they could kiss again.

Several times throughout that night, Flitter wondered if the neighbors below could hear what was going on within the cloud-house’s walls, which couldn’t even be counted as paper-thin, really. Moondancer’s bedroom vocabulary was beyond pleasurable and into the realm of impressive; Flitter had never had a toy used on her with such tender, intimate knowledge of exactly what would warm her, what would melt her, and what would shock her into shrieks of uncontrollable lust. She had also never had a mare grab her by the hips and lift her slightly, the better to rub their sex-glazed marehoods against each other.

Moondancer was a blizzard, all too eager to engulf her little Flitty. She worked with sweet, unhurried care as well as brutal, intimidating efficiency. Flitter expected no less of a mare like Moondancer, but that didn't stop her from crying out as Moondancer's well-practiced lips and tongue worked at her most sensitive area. Her cries were rewarded by a warm sigh that felt wonderful against her nethers and a light squeeze from the pair of hindlegs clamping her head. Flitter probed, licked, and drank her fill of Moondancer, trying—though she knew it was impossible—to give pleasure equalling what she was being given. It was especially hard to do her best work while she was quivering so hard from the little shocks Moondancer was sending through her body from the bottom up.

They came almost in unison, or it seemed that way as Flitter's body started to seize up in that familiar sensation of perfect, long-awaited release, driven to the edge and then lifted to the heights of pleasure by Moondancer's expertise. Moondancer's legs squeezed Flitter's head almost painfully, forcing Flitter's muzzle against dripping-wet mare-folds. A low sound, not unlike a growl, vibrated against Flitter's groin, and she let out a desperately lustful wail.

At some point it ended, and Flitter was just laying limp with her head between a hot, sweaty mare's knees. She realized that she was panting. She thought she felt panting against her upturned rear legs, too.

Moondancer's wings were almost too stiff to lift her properly, but she managed to rise up off of Flitter and them set herself gently down on her side, so that the two could face each other again. The night had gone long, and they both smelled of sweat and pleasure. One advantage of a bed of clouds was that, being made of vapor and magic, it took a lot to get one soaked. Cotton sheets would be translucent by now.

“You're staying the night, right?” was the first thing Moondancer said after a few moments spent catching her breath. Flitter just nodded yes, horizontally.

A moment, and then Flitter finally said it: “I love you.” It wasn't a confession so much as a thesis; an offering. She knew it was a mistake, but she had to say it, because that was how she wanted this night to go. She was invited into her amazing, powerful squad leader's house, they'd sipped cider together—or, that had been the idea—and then they'd spent the night with bodies entangled, and now Flitter would tell Moondancer how she felt. That was the way it was supposed to go.

Unfortunately, Flitter's words were just met with that horrible pause again, the same one she'd heard a few times during the afternoon they'd spent walking together. And then, in a flat tone: “Sorry to hear it.”

Moondancer didn't even blink at the drama that played out across Flitter's face in response to that. Flitter didn't respond right away; she didn't trust herself to.

“What?” was all Flitter could think of. She tried not to sound weak or hurt. She wasn't as good at that as she wanted to be.

“Chances are looking good I'll be moving again next year. You deserve more than an absentee lover, Flitty.”

Silence again.

“Flitty, if it helps, I never meant to string you along. I didn't know you felt that way.”

It took a small effort, but Flitter raised her head and kissed Moondancer again. “I know.”

For once, Moondancer didn't seem happy about being kissed. “I mean it. I don't want to feel like I took advantage of your feelings.”

“You didn't,” Flitter hummed. It took almost no effort to keep the sadness out of her voice; no more than it took to push the same sadness from her mind and allow herself to enjoy nuzzling up against kind, powerful Moondancer. How long had it been since she'd slept floating high above the ground, cradled by clouds? Too long, she decided. Maybe when the weekend came around, she'd bring the subject up with Moondancer again, and then... well, then events would have another chance to unfold.

For now, Flitter allowed herself to be content; to enjoy the aftermath of this wonderful night. Reluctantly, Moondancer wrapped her forelegs around Flitter. The gesture was a little bit, perhaps, like one a lover might offer after a wild night of passion. Flitter was satisfied with at least that.