Windy Whistles woke to the feeling of her gag being removed. She was looking at Spitfire's belly fur, her head still locked in place until the straps and buckles securing her firmly to Spitfire's strap-on were released. She didn't move for several seconds, but then a hoof gently started pulling her back.

Despite her jaw feeling a little tender, Windy let out a happy sigh when the last of the rubber toy was removed from her mouth. She let Soarin manhandle her, rolling her to her belly while he removed the hood, and then all the equipment she'd been wearing.

"We're going to play a public game today. You'll both be my pets, but on the excuse of training I'm going to do exactly what I said. You'll both be lashed to a chariot as a team." Soarin was hard just thinking of what he was going to do. "You can have some kibble for breakfast. It's going to be a big day."

Spitfire woke up to the tail-end of Soarin's words. She rolled over when she realized Windy wasn't still attached and looked at the pair interacting. While Soarin rubbed Windy's ears and petted her, Spitfire realized why she liked watching Soarin play with Windy—Spitfire imagined herself in Windy's role.

It was hard for Spitfire to fully surrender to her submissive side. She didn't like being marked, and she didn't like being kept quite as tight as what Windy did, but Spitfire loved imagining herself in that role all the same. So, crawling across the bed, Spitfire nuzzled at Windy's cheek and kissed the side of her snout.

Surprised at the show of affection, Windy turned a little to look at Spitfire. She opened her mouth to ask about the kiss, but she felt Soarin unbuckle something around her hips. Her eyes widened as she realized what was still inside her. It had been a welcome, full sensation, something her body was getting so used to that waking up with a toy buried deep inside hadn't felt strange.

Flapping her wings weakly, Windy felt the cool loss of emptiness as Soarin drew the toy out of her. She mewled and whined, and when it was gone she felt the loss and emptiness intensely.

"He really pushes your buttons, doesn't he?" Spitfire felt playful and submissive, which wasn't common for her. She nuzzled at Windy, licking her fur where there was a stain of some sort, and trying to clean her up a little.

Windy was delighted by the attention now. She turned her head this way and that, and even started to lick at Spitfire's cheek when she got the chance to. Likening the attention to being like a kitten with a sibling, Windy nuzzled and turned her attention to licking back as much as she could, though she still couldn't shake the feeling of emptiness.

"Ground rules for the day, girls. You can act and speak and do everything completely normally, but my word is law. If I give you a command, or even just a suggestion, you do it." Stretching, Soarin left the two to the bedroom while he showered.

Almost at the end of his morning ablutions, two mares intruded on Soarin's washing. "You two get clean and neat, okay? You're going to be working hard today. And I want you both to work out some of the night's frustration. An orgasm each before you can leave the bathroom."

It was new territory to Spitfire. She wasn't being dominant, and she didn't have a strap-on. She looked at Windy and felt just a little out of her comfort zone, but at the same time she felt it was good to be pushed to be a little more adventurous. Normally Soarin would take care of Windy's vulva or anus orally, or Spitfire would have the mare service herself. It was so much a thing to her that she wondered if she even could.

"You first, or me?" Windy asked, seeing indecision on Spitfire's face. "Because if you want, despite Master's rule, I could bottom to you."

"I'm being silly's all. How many times have I gone under your tail without a toy?" Spitfire asked.

Windy froze at the question. "You don't."

"Exactly. Soarin's not stupid, he's noticed that. That's why he gave that command." Taking a deep breath, Spitfire tried to let her hangups slide free on the exhale. It was a meditation trick she'd picked up years earlier, and one that still worked sometimes. "So get in there, lift your tail, and tell me if I'm doing it wrong."

"Are you topping me?"

"No. We're equals today." Despite her words, Spitfire did feel higher than Windy when they were alone together. She pushed that feeling out with another exhale, and watched as Windy walked seductively into the shower.

"Then, sister, come and snuggle first. Master didn't say we had to rush—quite the opposite." Until she was in the shower itself, Windy didn't look back, but she felt other hoofsteps following hers. She turned and surprised Spitfire by kissing her.

The moment Windy's lips pressed against her own, Spitfire stiffened. She was trapped in unfamiliar territory, but the kiss lasted longer than her panic could. Fluttering her eyes closed, Spitfire relaxed into the kiss and found herself responding to Windy's advance.

Pulling her tongue back to her own mouth, drawing her lips back a little, Windy parted her lips. "Better?"

"Yeah. I just—Considering how much sex we've had, I just didn't think of myself as liking mares. I mean, I've looked at mares, but never like this." Spitfire kissed Windy back and began nuzzling down her cheek.

Tilting her head to the side to let Spitfire go at her own pace, Windy let out a happy giggle. "You looked at my little filly?"

"Crash? Everything with a pulse has looked at Crash. I didn't think anypony could keep up with her, but it turned out the secret was bridling her and yanking back on the reins a bit." Spitfire thought she knew every inch of Windy already, but as she spoke into the mare's fur, she found flesh both supple and firm, muscles that showed where Rainbow got her build from, and she also found a lot of little places that made Windy shift or squirm.

"Thunderlane is quite the stallion. When they gave us the news, I took him aside and asked him all the embarrassing questions a mother needs to. There was confiden—" Windy gasped as Spitfire's snout reached her cutie mark. Tensing for a moment, she relaxed into Spitfire's nuzzling at her sensitive flesh. "He was confident, but nervous as a wreck. He was terrified I'd tell him to take his collar and games and leave my little filly alone."

"What'd you tell him?" Spitfire nuzzled along the broad thigh, then behind it.

"I told him to hold on tight, because if he falls off this ride, nopony will save him from himself." Barely getting the words out as Spitfire closed on her, Windy Whistles let out a happy little whinny when a hesitant tongue found her vulva and slid along the length of it.

The workings of a mare's body were nothing new to Spitfire. She had one, after all. Exploring Windy's body, however, was new. She licked, and she could feel the reaction her licks had as Windy shivered, and her vulva engorged with arousal. The taste was different from the muskiness of a stallion, but Spitfire found herself not minding in the least.

"I thought it would be hard to be a mother first, but he didn't strike me as eligible. Not like you and Soarin. When either of you look at me from a dominant position, I melt. Like now." Windy moaned, the sound bubbling through her body all the way from where Spitfire was working over her. With water cascading over her fur and wings, Windy Whistles stood in the shower and gave herself over to the touch of Spitfire's tongue.

Each stroke of her tongue coaxed a new sound from Windy, and Spitfire found herself quite enjoying the role of giving pleasure. She tried to think to what the things Soarin did for her, that got her own fire stoked, and started to add the gentlest of nips to the sensitive skin of Windy's perineum.

Windy's legs almost folded at the first nibble. She became louder, more vocal, shouting her joy until a fire-colored mass of fur hit her in the face. Without hesitation, she bit down on Spitfire's tail-skirt, but nothing could stop her from making noise. As Spitfire's attention pushed her into a mind-rattling climax, Windy Whistles trembled in joy.

Licking Windy again and again as the mare shivered and shook, Spitfire couldn't stop smiling at how good it felt to give something back to her. She started to lick one last time when she felt Windy nuzzle under her own tail. Spitfire managed to get halfway along Windy's puffy sex before she felt a counter from the mare.

"My turn." Windy had an advantage over Spitfire in this department, she'd been eating out the Captain on a regular basis, and she knew her way around Spitfire's back-end. First and foremost, she knew Spitfire's clitoris was a more valid target early in play, and after just two licks she pursed her lips and sucked on the exposed flesh.

While Windy set an inferno burning under her tail, Spitfire nuzzled back. She lapped and licked, stirring Windy Whistle to more arousal more from raw enthusiasm than by careful work. Not as vocal as Windy, Spitfire nonetheless groaned and grunted happily while they saw to each other's needs. The surprise, that really shouldn't have been, was the hint of Soarin's musk that persisted still.

That Windy knew she would climax again before she could bring Spitfire to orgasm was a given, her fuse was shorter by quite some time, and more so given a warm-up. But the fact that she was quickly being pushed back to her peak didn't stop her from trying to make Spitfire sing.

Windy almost lost her focus when her second orgasm of the morning took her. She shivered and shook again, but she kept her attention on reciprocation—in both senses of the word.

Spitfire enjoyed the sounds Windy made, muffled moans and whimpers, as she climaxed while in the act of returning Spitfire's attention, but Spitfire wanted her own release. She wasn't greedy, but she had needs. Windy had had a lot of practice where Spitfire was concerned, and it meant that Spitfire was pushed more rapidly along the pleasure ride than a less familiar mare would have managed.

As the power of her own body was turned upon her, Spitfire's nerves lit up in an inferno of pleasure and lust. She cried out and clamped her mouth down around Windy's tail and shook as she lost control of everything.

"There's my sister." Windy gave Spitfire two more licks before relaxing, basking in her own glow of pleasure. While Spitfire cooled down, Windy went to work cleaning her. Each wing, her back, belly, and legs all needed attention, and they got it in spades.

The glow of climax relaxed into an afterglow that only a cozy shower with a lover could bring. Spitfire lifted her wings and each leg as Windy got to them, and only when her mane and tail were washed and rinsed did she start to snap out of the haze of happiness.

Spitfire began washing down Windy. She paid special attention to each part of her, and cataloged the musculature of Windy Whistles completely. "You've an amazing body, sister." The word felt right to use, and she liked the way it sounded on her lips and in her ears. For the day at least, they would be sisters.

It was Windy's turn to be pampered. She rolled her shoulders and hips as Spitfire soaped her up and rinsed her off. "You're one to talk. If Master's going to fit us on a tandem chariot, I'm going to have to work hard to keep up."

"Not that hard. Besides, I'll match my pace to—well—a little above yours. I want to see you stretch out." When Windy stretched under her hooves, Spitfire delivered a playful pat to her rump. "Not like that, but that is nice. Do it again."

As Windy stretched, a hoof slipped under her tail and stroked her sensitive folds. She moaned in delight and flapped her half-folded, soggy wings.

Having gotten her fair share of massages (mostly to sooth tired muscles), Spitfire knew she was reasonable at giving them herself. She turned the washing into a slow, deep cleansing that wound up with her mounted on Windy's back, rubbing her shoulders and wing muscles.

"I see you girls are enjoying yourselves." Soarin had been watching Spitfire and Windy for several minutes, and was brought to full attention by the way his fillyfriend gently humped at Windy's back end with each stroke of her hooves. In his own mind it was ballet. "Your breakfast is ready when you are, and why don't you both have another orgasm before you come out?"

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