Twister Darling

The dinner was delicious. I ate my portion sitting in my wheelchair out on the back porch looking out at the milling ewe’s in the pasture and the pair of rams strutting about the enclosure where they’d been confined. A small wooden table sat beside me holding half a pitcher of sweet iced tea on its narrow round top. I’d almost emptied the pitcher by the time JB called for me to come back inside. It seemed, whatever the future might hold, the pair had finished their meeting with a rather quick conversation. So that by the time I rejoined Jelly at the table in the kitchen I could see Stormy crossing the dooryard towards the barn with his bowl and half of a loaf of bread on a tray. Yet JB was beaming with happiness as I widened my eyes in question.

“I take it your talk went well?” I asked, rolling up to the table and giving her a hopeful smile.

She nodded. “He wants us to spend more time together. I’m not surprised. It's only been two weeks since we first met really. I can’t fault him for not wanting to move quite that fast.” She admitted, though her tone wasn’t just hopeful but also purposeful and determined. It sounded as if she’d already decided what, and who, she wanted, and was already making her plan on how to get both.

Whatever those plans might have been, we had to get through the next two weeks, or thereabouts, without letting JB go mad from that itching feeling that was going to be crawling all over her body before it was through. We spent the next four days together, doing everything from telling stories to playing games while she progressively grew more sensitive and fidgety, her conversation often drifting off into pure distraction as she tried to get comfortable and failed over and over. To distract herself further, she spent an increasing amount of time baking, and with Penny to bring her ingredients from the diner every morning she baked enough that Penny could carry off anything Jelly had already made to sell to the customers every evening. She even managed to deliver tasty treats for Stormy each time she visited, making me sure that my son was going to be too fat to do his chores by the time the filly’s heat ended.

With a day of baking ended and the night settling in, we had settled down to play a board game in the most comfortable place for me to stretch out. It was the fourth night. We were lying on my bed facing each other with a game of Monopony spread out between us, this made dealing with the cast much easier as I could just stretch out and get comfortable rather than having to hunch myself over the table in the kitchen every time I reached for something on the board. I still wasn’t doing well in the game though. My proud collection of properties was almost fully mortgaged after an unlucky landing on Cloudsdale with the luxury hotel Jelly had managed to put on it just the turn before, making me wish I’d landed on the relative safety of luxury tax instead.

I rolled the dice and came up with a six, passing GO and landing on Ponyville with a sigh of relief. I collected my two hundred bits from the bank and immediately paid off the mortgage on both of my low rent properties. Neither one of us had gotten a Monopony on any of the other property colors except my two purple properties and Jelly’s Canterlot Castle and Cloudsdale, the two most valuable properties on the board. That made it rather inevitable which one of us was eventually going to win the game, but that was okay. It had been fun, and it was getting late by then, so I wouldn’t object to a reason to turn in for the evening.

I made it around the board only one more time before landing on Canterlot Castle. “Well,” I said, grinning. “That’s me done then,” I said, handing over the last of my cash, which wasn’t even close to the amount I needed to pay the rent.

“Maybe not,” Jelly said, not taking the offered money but instead rolling slightly onto her side and giving me a look that I’d never seen from her before. It had gotten more and more difficult for her to concentrate on anything beyond that itch in her backside and the aching feeling that was tightening inside her, but she’d been handling it better than I remembered doing when I’d had the same problem. I’d been alone though, besides Stormy, so the best I’d been able to do for relief was to spend my nights rubbing up against the knobby bedposts in Storm Break’s old bedroom while holding one of his old shirts against my muzzle to remind me of his scent.

“Instead… you could; maybe do that thing you said one mare sometimes does for another?” She asked, her ears flattening back against her head as she flipped her forelock down over her eyes shyly.

I honestly hadn’t thought it would come up. I’d been certain when I’d made the offer that Stormy wouldn’t be able to resist this beautiful filly’s body, yet he’d managed to stay away despite knowing that she was here, waiting for him if only he could admit that he wanted her. He’d shown an amazing amount of restraint so far. I was proud of him for that in a way, while disappointed in another. And now, for the first time, I had to consider the reality that I’d made a promise to this filly who was very likely to one day be my son’s wife. Not that I wanted to renege on my promise, but I had to be honest before things went too far.

“I’m not sure… what to do… exactly.” I admitted, my ears flattening back against my head as I was brought to the point of making good on my promise. “I’ve never actually helped another mare or filly like that,” I told her.

I was beginning to recognize the look that she gave me since I’d seen it more than once. It was a hungry look. A look that she turned on me again as she licked her lips and her hooves twitched against the blankets on my bed, grasping and releasing them nervously. “But you’ll try?” She pleaded. “We can figure it out, right?” She asked, licking her lips delicately. “Someone had to find out what to do the first time, after all.”

“Just like the pioneer ponies,” I said, giving her a small grin. “But first let’s put away the game okay?”

Jelly Bean nodded, but rather than putting away the game the way I’d meant, she wrapped one hoof around the edge of the wooden board, the pieces, the money, and all the property cards and all, and swept it all right off the edge of the bed onto the floor, pushing herself in one swift movement across the bed and right up in front of me, her muzzle slightly parted, her lips glistening where she’d been licking them unconsciously while I’d been focused on the board game. Her eyes met mine and her hooves went to my muzzle and pulled me in, her lips meeting mine straight on, causing us not to kiss but to bump our velvety noses together awkwardly.

“Turn your head a little to one side. I’ll turn mine a little to the other side.” I whispered, feeling my heart pounding in my chest as I began instructing this young filly, even younger than I’d been my first time, on how to share a kiss with another pony.

It still took two attempts when we both tilted the same way on the first try, but the second attempt was soft, hot, and tasted of honeysuckle and jasmine.

We gently explored each other’s bodies with our hooves, now that we were finally engaged properly in the kiss. Her hooves ran down the sides of my stomach and over my upper thighs to where the cast ended on one leg, then moved back along the curve of my, admittedly, plump backside before sliding up around my tail on either side of my spine.

I massaged her belly and sides before moving my hooves up to caress the sides of her throat, then her neck, and finally the thick flowing silkiness of her bright white mane. My lips parted as I grew more aroused by her body under my hooves and her hooves explored me in such a cute, tentative way that I was titillated despite her hesitant, testing, caresses. My tongue wiggled its way between her lips, and her entire body stopped moving for just a moment, all save the hitching of her breath and the thrumming of her heart at least, as her brain attempted to process this new thing we’d just done.

I withdrew my tongue and broke the kiss just enough to breath huskily into her open mouth, “was that too much?”

Jelly’s only response was to pull me back against her lips, opening them and flicking her tongue over my own, seeking entry as mine had. We explore each other’s muzzles for several long minutes, but I could sense that what we were doing was only inflaming Jelly’s problem, not alleviating it. What she needed wasn’t to be turned on with foreplay, it was to achieve a release that would alleviate her tension, for a while at any rate.

I pulled back from the kiss after several minutes, catching my breath as I held Jelly tight against me for a moment, panting until I could finally find the air to speak; to whisper instructions into her ear. “I’ll have to lay on my back; with my leg,” I told her, trying to think how I was going to reach the anatomical area I needed to get to. “Lay down on top of me, your belly to my belly with your tail towards me,” I told her, putting pillows up against the headboard of my bed and then leaning back against them as Jelly turned her delicate, beautiful white body around and backed up towards me, her tail already raised and held far out to the side, clearing access for her stallion, or at least for her stallion’s stand-in. Her vulva was a light pink, swollen, U shape split by a slit of flesh with a little darker pink button winking out every few seconds at the base of the divide.

When she’d backed up as much as she could, I wrapped my hooves around her thighs and pulled her back further, right onto my muzzle. My lips brushed the winking nub of flesh at the base of her sex entrance. The fact was, that I’d never really had a good look at a mare’s rear entrance from this close before. I admit that I found it intriguing, even a little sexy, at least swollen and needful as it was on Jelly, but looking at it didn’t stir that visceral feeling that I’d done my best to hide when I’d seen Stormy’s cock earlier in the truck. Here there was just a desire to help, to give Jelly a bit of relief, and maybe some pleasure at the same time.

“I’m going to put my mouth on you,” I told Jelly, rubbing my nose against the winking flesh lightly and eliciting a shudder of pleasure and several gasps from the filly. I stopped, not wanting to move too fast and accidentally hurt her. But soon it was clear hurt was not what had happened, as she cried out a moment later.

“Don’t stop,” she moaned, her sex seeming to flex open as her back arched in a pretty and somehow alluring way that almost drove my muzzle up inside of her before I could stop her hips from pushing her sex backward.

I managed to hold her there and instead pressed a bit harder with my nose up against her slit, the fluids from her sex beginning to leak down over my lip and into my mouth. I licked at my lips experimentally. Surprisingly there was very little taste. A bit of sweetness, a touch of something with a sour tang like garlic or cloves, for just a moment, then gone, leaving only the nectar. I knew that there would be more. I found myself wanting more of that taste, not the sweet nectar, but the sour taste that I suspected was lacing every drop of sweat and every runnel leaking from her swollen sexpot.

When I’d worked with the older farm mares, back just after I’d moved to the farm with Stormy and was trying to deal with coming into season again, they’d told me how they’d helped each other get through their heat, but what they hadn’t told me, likely because none of them knew, was that my body would take in the hormones from Jelly’s body like a sponge. A drop or two wouldn’t do anything, but a mouthful, or more; would strip away any protection that the pills had given me and would drive me into season within a few hours. It was the same for mares even back then, I found out later, but they hadn’t realized why their cycles had synchronized like that, they just been glad that they could rely on each other to get through it together.

For me though, it was different. I had no idea what risk I was taking by helping Jelly with her heat like this. I only knew that my body cried out for more of whatever it was that I’d tasted on my lips and had sent a tantalizing tingle over my tongue. I wanted more of it, and I saw no reason not to sate my sudden desire.

My long flexible tongue slid out from between my lips as I spread the pink velvety folds of her body and moved my flesh inside her, making sure to brush the base of my lip right up against the nubbin that had made her feel so good already.

Her fluid flooded my mouth, running down from inside her body in small runnels even as the walls of her hot sex-hole tried to clamp down on my tongue, attempting to pull it deeper inside where her wanting body needed… something. I couldn’t give it quite what it was that she really needed, but I moved my tongue up and down her slit, in and out, listening to the sound of her breathing, where it caught, where it stuttered, where it picked up and turned into a moan or pant. I used every sound, and movement of her muscles to read what gave her the most pleasure and what was just useless movement.

Her tongue suddenly rasped over the nipples between my legs, the same ones that my son had fed from years before. I’d never realized how pleasurable and intense a mouth down there could be until Jelly’s lips closed on me and began to nip and nibble with just her lips and tongue. I have no idea what had possessed her to do that, but I’ll never be able to forget the experience either. The sound of her moans and cries, heard in my ears; but felt on my breasts with gusts of hot breath and the quivering of her hot wet lips filled both the room and my body. For the briefest moment I thought of how nice it would have been to have a bit of milk for her to suckle before my thoughts were forcefully drawn back to the pussy before me, which was quivering with the pleasure inside her that was rising to a crest that I just couldn’t seem to get her over.

Her muzzle sucked in one of my hard nipples and made me gasp with pleasure, and I knew what I had to do. I wrapped my lips gently around that small knob that wasn’t even winking anymore but instead just presented continuously as her body held tension along every muscle and tendon. Her body went rigid for three or four long seconds, then lurched as every muscle flexed and released almost as one.

Jelly Bean, it turned out, was a screamer. A loud screamer. The moment I sucked in her clit her body spasmed and bucked hard backward. The fluid sprayed from her opening in a jet that spattered across my muzzle and dripped down either side in small streamers of liquid that were far too viscous to be just water.

It took all my effort to keep the surprisingly strong filly’s body from forcing my muzzle up inside her. I kept her in position, but I didn’t pull my muzzle out from under her tail either, which was why, about a minute and a half later, Stormfeather burst into the room, a look of concern and determination on his face and a rope slung across his back, and caught us there still fully engaged.

“Where is he?” He asked before he had a chance to get a good look at what was going on in the room, his voice angry and worried in equal measure.

He’d thought that some stallion, a brother or a neighbor of Jelly’s, had found out where she was staying and had come looking for her. It was the only thing that made sense to him when she’d started making all that noise. Why else would there be screaming coming from the house? All he’d been able to think to do was grab a rope to hopefully bind the intruder long enough to get him away from the filly before he could… Well before things could go wrong.

What he burst in on though, froze him in his tracks. He sputtered, his mouth hanging open with his next words stuck in his throat like an apple he’d swallowed whole. Jelly bean’s head was resting sideways between my legs, her eyes closed, and a long whinny of pleasure was continuing to issue from her open mouth, though not quite as loud as it had been to start with, as I startled and pulled my dripping muzzle from her clit.

My gaze met Stormy’s. My first instinct was to tell him that he couldn’t be here. That would have been the right thing, but that wasn’t what my body told me to do, and my mind was a riot of confusion that just wanted to try to explain before he got the wrong idea about what was going on.

“Stormy,” I said, pushing myself back up against the headboard, getting up where my muzzle, as wet and sticky as it was, wasn’t buried in his prospective mate’s backside quite so obviously. “Please don’t get the wrong idea sweetie,” I told him, meeting his eyes and begging him with my gaze and my words not to blow up and go running from the house, and possibly from my life and Jelly’s entirely. “I’m just helping Jelly feel better.”

Stormy nodded, averting his eyes. “I’m sorry,” He said, his voice embarrassed at the huge blunder that he’d made. “I knew… mares sometimes have to do that for each other.” He said, his ears twitching. “But I didn’t…”

“You didn’t think about that when you heard a filly crying out,” I finished, nodding. I was so relieved that he wasn't going to react badly to finding us here that I hadn't noticed the larger issue that was quickly coming up until Jelly drew my attention to it.

“Oh my,” Jelly said, climbing from the bed as she came to her senses enough to realize what was happening, “Stormy. You shouldn’t be here.” She said, looking down at Stormy's growing erection. The scent of heat was heavy in the room. It dripped from my muzzle, from the bed, from Jelly Bean’s very pores. This wasn’t the mild scent of sex and desire that had hung about her on the first day of her heat. It wasn’t even the heightened odor of a receptive filly, it was like a sex bomb had been set off, and the condition that overcame Stormy was inevitable from the moment he’d opened the door. His sex almost throbbed as it reached its full eight inches in length and pulled up tight against his stomach as his nose twitched visibly, taking in the smells in the air.

“He’s not going to be able to say no,” I said, sliding myself to the edge of the bed and meeting Jelly Bean’s eyes. “So, you have to,” I told her, pointing to the door. “He wasn’t ready, and he’d only resent you if it happened this way. You don’t want that; right?”

She nodded, her face telling me that she was suddenly more than a little scared at the glazed look that had come over Stormy’s eyes. He was shifting back and forth, keeping himself in check by some force of will that was enough to keep him rooted to the spot without speaking but wasn’t quite enough to let him leave the room. Not that the erection swaying back and forth between his legs would’ve made walking anywhere particularly easy. “What are you going to do?” She asked, though she clearly already knew where this scene had to end. One of us had to satisfy that look in Stormy’s eyes and we’d already decided together that it couldn’t be her. Not yet. But I wouldn’t put any of the weight of the decision on her.

“I love him more than life itself,” I said simply, giving her a gentle smile. “If he needs this from me then I’ll give it to him gladly.” I gave her a curious look and couldn’t help but ask. “Does that bother you? Will you refuse his touch if I help him the way I helped you?” I asked, knowing that many fillies might do just that. Jelly Bean though, just shook her head and reached out a hoof to touch mine gently, reassuringly. “Never;” she promised, then hurried around Stormy and slammed the door to my room firmly closed behind her. A moment later I heard the door to the bathing room click shut as silence descended on the house.