Night Thunder over Blooms
Night Thunder over Blooms
Son of a bitch, I thought as I saw the bright flittering manes in the sky outside of my barn. The music cut off and ponies scattered as I saw two weather pegasi land at the enclosure near the barn exit, ruining the evening for my friends and me. Being fifteen years old, I was not yet legally allowed to drink, but I mean come on, I already got my cutie mark and only had three more years. That, even with Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo away for some high school competition, could not stop me from having a little fun, all the more when my sister and brother had gone to Canterlot to take Granny Smith to speсial hospital. The first pegasus, a large grey stallion, spotted me up on the loft and motioned to me saying, “Hey Bloom, come here for a second, please.” I groaned as I realized it was Rainbow Dash’s old crush, Thunderlane. Just what I needed, for him to show up and start ragging about ‘your sis asked me to watch for you, y’know’ and ‘foals drinking booze’. I mean sure, he was gorgeous, and we flirted some (Rainbow Dash had a Wonderbolt as her new love interest anyway), but he also annoyed the hell out of me sometimes. Amateur stallions were a juicy catch indeed.
I walked over to the ladder and began to climb down. When I was about a two-thirds of the way down I felt two large, hard forelegs grip my waist and heave me down onto my hooves. I stumbled a bit and fell onto my rump with an undignified oomph. Thunderlane’s hooves gripped my shoulders and turned me around to face him.
“So... when the family is away the foals will play?” he asked as he looked at me, one eyebrow quirked up and a slight smile on his lips. I stuck my tongue out at him, choosing not to speak. Classy, I know. Thunderlane let out a rumbling laugh and tugged on my crimson ponytail.
“Filly, you know you can’t be having all these school-age foals out here drinking and carrying on. And that’s not just old boring me, here’s Flitter. We saw all of you.” My gaze shot over to the winged mare behind Thunderlane. She merely nodded when my gaze met hers.
“What’re you gonna do ‘Lane, tell Applejack and Big Mac?” I asked, sticking out my lower lip a bit and looking up from under my eyelashes at him.
Heaving a sigh that made his broad shoulders flex, he rolled his eyes. “How much have you had to drink, Apple Bloom? You didn’t seem too steady on your hooves when I sat you down.”
“I only had two mugs of cider so far, I swear. I only stumbled because my hoof got caught on that damn wood plank,” I answered nodding towards the busted board laying on the floor. “Or, well, it might be calvados…”
Thunderlane eyed me reproachfully then turned to his partner and spoke. “Flitter, you can fly to the weather post, I’ll speak with her. Seems that most of the others have fled anyway.” It was then that I noticed that all of my school friends had, indeed, gotten under the shade of the apple orchards and fled while the pegasi’s attention had been on me. Flitter nodded and unfurled her wings then took off along the dirt lane leading towards Ponyville.
Thunderlane turned back to me and reached out, snagging me by my neck handkerchief and dragging me closer to him. His gaze searched mine and I could not tell what he was thinking at the moment. Thunderlane was hard to read like that.
“Why do you insist on getting me into predicaments like this?” he asked in a low, deep voice. I scowled at him, not fully understanding. After all, I hadn’t forced him to come here and break up my party.
“Like what?” I asked, cocking my head to the side a bit.
Thunderlane stepped back and his gaze slid down my face to my green and white plaid handkerchief. Thunderlane’s eyes remained on that spot for a few seconds before his gaze travelled lower. My nipples tightened as his gaze locked on my curvy flanks. My toned hind legs were a bit apart revealing my small crotchboobs and Thunderlane took his time staring at that as well.
“You’ve put me in a tight spot, filly,” he said slowly and his tail flickered bringing my gaze to his swelled balls dangling between his legs. “Ya see, now I’m all hard from watching that tight ass of yours climb down that ladder earlier. I can’t very well go out on night shift with a raging hard-on.”
Understanding finally dawned in my mind. I smiled slightly and looked up into Thunderlane’s light gold eyes. Desire was raging in their depths as I took a small step forward bringing my soft, narrow chest into contact with his hard, unyielding one. I placed my hooves on Thunderlane’s broad neck, right above his flight jacket.
“Take off the jacket ‘Lane. You’re not at work when I’m down there,” I whispered softly, letting my lips lightly touch his ear as I spoke into it. I felt his tense body shudder before he quickly took off the jacket and hung it on a peg on the wall.
He returned in seconds and his large hooves spanned my neck and dragged me to the ground. Standing over me, he began kissing me on my neck, throat, jaw, and then finally lips. His kiss was hot and demanding, his tongue immediately entering my mouth and duelling with my own. I felt his hoof slide up my sides, between my hips. He tucked it under my bottom, lifting my weight for a moment before he ran the tip of his hoof over my pulsing marehood and both of my aching crotchboobs. My muscles went weak from the intense pleasure and I whimpered into his mouth, locking my forelegs around his neck to lift myself closer to his body.
Thunderlane continued to flick at my nipples, alternately touching and lightly massaging them. My stomach clenched with desire and I pressed my underside to his, grinding my soft belly against his long, throbbing cock. It was Thunderlane’s turn to groan as he broke our heated kiss.
“Sweet Celestia, Bloom, I need you, and I need you now,” he said between hard breaths, staring down at me. I nodded my agreement and my head went further along his abdomen to reach his sweet spot. Thunderlane’s hoof shot out and stopped me and I looked up in confusion. “Not here filly, we don’t know for sure all of your friends are gone.” He helped me up and nearly dragged me through the barn to the tack room in the back. Luckily, we kept a cot in this room for the times when we spent night after night in the barn with sick or pregnant cows.
Thunderlane closed the door behind us and locked it before flipping on the overhead lights, bringing the room into blinding brightness. I took in Thunderlane’s flushed neck and face and the way his chest was heaving from arousal. His penis was dangling between the muscular bulges of his hips and I could see it flex when my gaze landed on it.
I turned my back to the pegasus and looked him in the eye, swaying my tail. My right hoof reached up and I slowly loosened the red bow that held my mane. His gaze followed my movements, taking in every inch of yellow-coated, toned flesh and crotchboobs that I exposed. I saw his gaze snag on the ring in one of my nipples that was the shape of a horseshoe (long story). He looked up into my eyes and smiled. “Perfect,” he said softly as he nodded. As I untied the bow I, with my tail aside, half-turned to hide my sweetest part from his hungry gaze. I arched my tail and pinned it to the dock by tying the bow on its new place. I tossed my now freed mane aside and again my rear part was turned to the pegasus. Thunderlane’s eyes seemed to burst into flames at the sight of my defenceless marehood. He took a step towards me but I instantly turned back and stopped him with a hoof to his chest.
“You first,” was all I said to him, but he got the message. I gave him a quick look. His chest and muscles were to die for, I thought to myself. All of the time spent in the flight field, and working on his weather shifts had toned his body to perfection.
I trembled in pleasure as my eyes followed his contours. After what seemed like years, I finally got on my knees and faced his pulsing member. I touched it; it jumped in my small hooves and a small bead of liquid emerged from the top. I used the tip of my hoof to spread the moisture around the head of his cock before slowly licking the underside of his cock from base to top.
Thunderlane reared up and clutched at my mane at the first contact of my tongue to his cock. A loud, feral sounding groan escaped his lips and his hips bucked towards my mouth unintentionally. I smiled to myself and slowly took his length into my mouth. It was a challenge. Thunderlane was not small by anypony’s standards. I finally managed to get his whole length into my mouth and, consequently, my throat. I used my tongue to rub the base of him and his cock jumped in my throat.
After sucking on him for what seemed like only seconds, but must have been five minutes, Thunderlane pulled me away. His eyes were glazed over with passion as he stared at me. “Baby, I need in you, now,” he whispered raggedly.
I grinned as Thunderlane grabbed my neck and dragged me back to the cot. He lay down first, pulling me on top of him.
“Rodeo pony up,” he said as he reached down to fondle my petite crotchboobs. My pussy was already drenched from the foreplay so as soon as I straddled him, his cock slipped into my tight canal. We both groaned at how tightly he fit into me. It had been a long, long time since I had intercourse and he was quite large.
I began to move up and down his length, starting out slow and picking up speed as I went. His hooves were spanning my tiny waist and his head was thrown back in ecstasy. I watched as his head fell back against the pillow and his eyes closed. I rode him even harder, until my ass was slapping against him and I could feel him all the way up in what felt like my stomach. My pussy started to clench around him, and I felt his cock flex inside of me. His hooves bit into my coat so hard I thought they might leave marks, but I was so swept up in the pleasure I barely noticed the pain. My own hooves rested against Thunderlane’s chest and I was panting when I felt the beginning of my orgasm. I cried out softly just as Thunderlane let out a bellow and bucked his hips up to meet me. I felt his seed pouring into me, hitting the walls of my canal, and it pushed me over the edge. I was swept away in the intense pleasure, and when I slowly drifted back to the real world, I was cradled on Thunderlane’s heaving chest, his strong forelegs encircling my shoulders. I looked up into his eyes and smiled. He looked so possessive it made me laugh.
“You know, you are mine now Bloom. No one else’s. I don’t intend to share you,” he whispered in my ear. My heart gave a little flop as he spoke the words. But before I could fancy any more thoughts Thunderlane kissed me again and I stopped paying attention to anything other than him.
