Cloud of Shame

by darf

Rating: mature
Tags: Sky Stinger, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Romance, Porn, Fetish, Profanity, Sex, Vapor Trail
Length: 7508

Vapor Trail and Sky Stinger, still school-aged kids, take a detour on their way home, leading to a bit of a sticky situation...

Long before Vapor Trail and Sky Stinger auditioned for the Wonderbolts, they were spending most of their free time fooling around on semi-private clouds after school. But failing to plan for the aftermath, Vapor Trail finds herself with a bit of a sticky predicament on her way home. She'll have to fly carefully if she doesn't want anypony finding out what she's been up to...

Content Warning: Foalcon-ish, semi-public sex, creampie, M/F

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Edited by Deus Foalt

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Published 2020-09-18 17:10:02 UTC
Last updated 2020-09-18 17:10:02 UTC

"Grab her and show us what you've got!"

One of the benefits of being a young, school-aged pony was that, as long as you were quiet and out of the way, nopony seemed to mind when you went missing. Heck, some parents practically longed for it, would engineer elaborate schemes designed to get their kids out of sight and out of mind. Take these bits and go to the movies. Go outside and count all the apples on the tree. Play in the clouds somewhere a lot of ponies are crossing very fast all at once. The usual sort.

Vapor Trail knew that, even though her parents were far more obsessive than the average pair, there was no way she'd get caught or called out for dawdling on the way home from class. The flight home was a perfect slice of proto-nostalgic paradise, the time when dreams that had bubbled up throughout the day could be let loose to effervesce, and possibly in the future coalesce into something even more real. It struck Vapor Trail as a type of magic she suspected they would never study in school, and one that she might herself one day forget about entirely.

Meanwhile, Sky Stinger's family was so preoccupied with itself, a ball of churning bacteria trapped in some sort of endless cycle. How his parents even managed to keep track of each independent child and their siblings was a wonder to Vapor Trail, who suspected that surely, at one point, somepony must have gone missing without their notice. Maybe Sky Stinger had a baby brother he'd never found out about, lost away in a fruit stand somewhere during a busy day.

It was, therefore, only convincing Sky Stinger himself to dawdle on their way home that was a problem.

"How do you think you did on the social studies quiz today?" Vapor Trail asked. She was taking her time jumping between adjacent clouds, teetering on the edge of them like an earth-pony might balance on a rail or piece of rock.

"Not good," Sky Stinger replied with a shake of his head. "I can never remember any of that 'ancient Equestria' stuff, so I just copied off you."

"What?" Vapor Trail jerked her head around, her eyes agape. "I didn't have time to study last night, so I decided to copy off you."

Sky Stinger stared back at her blankly.

"So you're saying... neither of us did well, most likely?"

"Most likely." Vapor Trail gulped and nodded glumly.

"Oh well," Sky Stinger said. He seemed to be able to discard his concerns like water from his feathers, reminding Vapor Trail of an analogy she'd heard once but couldn't quite recall. "I'm not worried. My mom and dad never have time to look at my report cards anyway."

"Lucky you." Vapor Trail stared glumly down at the clouds. Having obsessive parents was a double-edged sword she hadn't managed to find the other side of yet. Still, there was as much free time ahead of them as they wanted...

"Hey," Vapor Trail said. She hopped off her cloud and took into the air to follow along right next to Sky Stinger, who liked being airborne so much he probably would have flown in his sleep if it was possible. "Do you wanna have some, uh... 'fun', before you go home?"

"'Fun'?" Sky Stinger raised an eyebrow.

Vapor Trail smiled her best attempt at a seductive smile, licking her lips like she imagined a sexy older pony would do in a movie or something.

"Are you hungry?"

"Huh?" Vapor Trail blinked. She'd disappeared for a second, in her head.

"You just licked your lips like you were hungry. I'm gonna have a PBMJ when I get home. With plenty of M."

Vapor Trail blinked again.

"Don't you mean PB and J?"

Sky Stinger cocked his head sideways, eyebrow raised again.

"No? Peanut-butter, mustard and jelly. It's what I have every day after school."

Vapor Trail forced the usually over-imaginative parts of her brain into silence, doing her best not to conjure up an image of what exactly the sandwich monstrosity might look like.

"No," she said with an exasperated sigh. "I'm not hungry. Well, I mean... look, do you wanna go fool around?" Vapor Trail felt her cheeks flush just from her simple description of what she wanted, like a little shudder of fire and lightning had surged outward from the center of her chest.

Sky Stinger's clueless expression continued.

"Huh? I was gonna play my new video game—"

"I'm asking you to have sex, dummy." Vapor Trail's expression was familiar by now, the usual frustrated glare she had to give her friend when his brain became so dense it was a wonder he could keep it airborne.

"Oh." Sky Stinger blinked. He didn't seem nearly as excited as Vapor Trail had hoped. "Well, I guess... but we do that almost every day, and I just unlocked—"

"I'll let you blow a load in my, uh... my p-pussy." For some reason, certain words came easier than others. She always stammered around the real thing, the only word she'd learned that felt right and wrong at the same time. She knew there were synonyms, softer syllables she could use to make things seem less than they were... but then there was being direct, and the thrill that came with it, naughty feelings that she cherished for their embarrassment.

"Really? For real?"

She seemed finally to have his attention.

Vapor Trail nodded back. She tried another version of her 'sexy smile', biting the corner of her lower lip like she'd seen in a photo snatched from a magazine in her dad's closet. "Uh-huh." In a flash of inspiration, she turned one-eighty and waggled her back-end in Sky Stinger's direction, spreading her legs just a bit, to give the subtle but certain suggestion of her eager underage... p-pussy.

Dang it. Even in her head, she couldn't bring herself to do it.

But that was what practice was for, right?

"I'm down. Where do you wanna do it?" Sky Stinger's attitude had turned about as easily as it did with anything, like a train in constant motion you could steer with little prods from your hoof.

Vapor Trail did her best not to beam with glee. She'd practiced this bit too, doing her best not to seem overexcited when she was, and to seem extra impressed even when she wasn't. It was all a strange dance with Sky Stinger, and, even more confusingly, one he didn't seem to be aware he was engaging in. Vapor Trail wondered what it would be like to dance with him for real one day, under a crystal chandelier or the silver of the moonlight. She sighed and clenched her hind-legs together, squeezing her... squeezing herself tightly and sending little jolts all along her body.

"I know an out of the way cloud where nopony will bother us," she blurted, almost a little too quickly, the syllables mashing together with her enthusiasm. "Just follow me, okay?"

"You know I prefer to lead." Sky Stinger flapped into the air hautily, doing his best to look impressive, but seeming more like a colt wearing his dad's horseshoes.

"Just for a few minutes?" Vapor Trail waggled her tush at him again, extra suggestively, or what she imagined suggestive was, doing her best to imply the impression of him, behind her—in front, on top, wherever—filling her up with hot, sticky colt-cum. She shivered again. Between her legs felt wet.

Sky Stinger sighed.

"Fine," he said. "But I'm gonna pound you extra hard to make up for it."

Vapor Trail did her best to look upset at this turn of events.

"Uh... fair enough then," she said. One last waggle of her butt, and she took off, doing her best not to get distracted on the way and run into something while she was fantasizing about the colt behind her.

There was the cloud, in its out of the way place of sorts, mostly just obscured from general visibility by a surrounding of high mountain peaks and other drifting mists not quite assembled into clouds proper. Arguably, there wasn't much special about it, other than that Vapor Trail had picked it out, and that she had decided long since discovering it that it would serve beautifully as their new 'spot', in absence of one prior. Lately she'd been unable to keep her head out of the cloud cover directly, floating away in the middle of class imagining being pounded so hard the cushion of white fluff would begin to give way.

"Here," Vapor Trail said, upon their arrival. She gestured to the little patch of cumulus playing the role of their makeshift bed.

Sky Stinger regarded it with one eyebrow raised. Lately, real life seemed to be on a set comparison with video games, and losing in every field, including graphics.

"Is this really that out of the way?" Sky Stinger asked. He flapped his wings and floated over to the puffy makeshift mattress. It bounced back at him without issue, springier and softer than any bed somepony on the ground could cobble together.

"I've checked, and I'm sure it's fine," Vapor Trail lied, biting her tongue between her teeth and turning her head to the side. In truth, the cursory examination she'd given the locale from various vantage points suggested that, yes, indeed, somepony could absolutely spot them flying overhead, or maybe even just a little from the side. The place was special because of its picturesque quality, a single patch of puff in a circle of stone. And it was out of the way, not somewhere anypony would find themselves unless they were specifically set out for sight-seeing.

"Alright," Sky Stinger said. He floated down until the smooshy cloud puffs received his hooves, and bounced a little, turning the mattress to a miniature trampoline. He grinned boyishly at Vapor Trail as she floated down next to him.

The two of them were just there for a little bit, like two knick-knacks waiting on a shelf. For all the fantasizing she liked to do on her own, Vapor Trail found the act of translating the burning fire inside her a task too complex just to dive into. Every encounter was a new set of instructions, and, most often, ones she would have to translate from the grace of grunts and hip-wiggles into usable language. It was too easy to get lost in the anticipation of touch, the thing she found herself occupied with every other moment all the time she was—

"Hey."

Sky Stinger's voice reminded her of something she wasn't sure she even knew in the first place, a deep, soft, safe place, cradled against his warm body and safe even from the rain overhead. It made her quiver even when it rang in the frequency of her dreams, and often it was hard to tell whether she was awake or not as proximity between them increased. Occasionally she would pinch herself just to be sure.

This felt like one of those times.

Though she would struggle and take pains in the accuracy of her physical descriptions, Vapor Trail could never perfectly recreate the sensation of 'togetherness' in her words. She looked for metaphors, or examples of other things entirely unlike the two of them, puzzle pieces or halves of a magnet. The simple matter was, sitting next to each other, they simply slid together, their bodies interlocking like perfect components, fashioned in some ancient forge to couple on this cloud together. Even without their legs intertwining, Vapor Trail felt herself immersed in closeness, a complete feeling, a big sigh in her chest that seemed impossible to let out entirely.

Sky Stinger wrapped a foreleg around her, pulling her until their bodies were pressed together, their faces so close, but not quite touching.

Tornadoes, she always thought of, reminded of the seconds before he would lean in and—

Kiss. Her mouth muffled and yet suddenly with an infinite voice inside, wordless meaning caught between her gasps and shudders.

It sounded like mhmmmmm, reverberating as his tongue tended hers, a tiny dance between the two of them in miniature. Even though she would promise herself a change for next time, when they kissed again, this time she would be the one in charge, the one leading the embrace, the one whose tongue was most insistent and whose tempo would set the pace of the gesture, tiny breaks for breath, bites and licks of lips, occasionally the most potent reward of a tug towards, yanking her into him, hovering against the anticipation of their last and most complete interlocking.

She could have drowned in it all, just the interaction of their mouths. She was incapable of understanding how adult ponies went any amount of time without giving in to the urge to make out together, how anypony went their entire life not singularly devoted to the pursuit of this sensation and ones like it. She didn't know if she was a good kisser, if she was a bad kisser, what one meant or the other, but she knew the special feeling in her chest that almost begged her to go on in spite of her lack of breath, and that must mean something, and there was no way she could dig it out of the mess her head and heart turned into the moment their lips touched.

The two of them began grinding their bodies together, more soft than directly suggestive, but still rocking back and forth in the familiar fixation that suggested contact between their legs, nerve-endings rubbing nerve-endings and rending both parties incapable of any type of intelligible interaction. It never took long for them to get to this state, kissing was the appetizer always followed by a main course, and Vapor Trail was a hungry filly. Thirsty, she'd heard before, from some older ponies talking about some girl they knew. Even though their wasn't enough of it to count as a drink, she could certainly count herself thirsty for one thing when Sky Stinger was around.

Time had long ago lost meaning, but eventually, the kisses paused, just for a moment. Vapor Trail remembered to breathe. Her head thanked her, almost as cloudy as their covert cumulus.

"Do you need a second?" Sky Stinger asked. He'd gotten used to the way she would get overwhelmed by now, giving a soft smile when their lips pulled apart.

She could have gone on forever about this, the way he changed when they were together like this, how he was himself and yet somepony completely different... no. It was too many words. She wanted something that was impossible to write down.

"No," she said, her breathing still shallow, "I'm fine."

He tilted his head and smirked at her.

"Really?"

"Oh... okay," she said, between soft gasps. "Just one second."

"Take your time."

Sky Stinger threw himself back and lounged out on the cloud, going spread eagle and letting out a contented-sounding sigh as he placed his hooves behind his head.

Sure enough, as her eyes wandered south, Vapor Trail caught full view of her partner's package, the dangling horse dick that plagued her fantasies on a permanent basis. Even soft, it looked massive, like something too big to be designed to go inside her in the first place.

Vapor Trail licked her lips. She began to squeeze her hind legs together softly, subconsciously, in intermittent bursts as she stared at her friend's cock.

Whether he caught her glancing or not, Sky Stinger didn't indicate. He looked more or less perfectly himself in the position he'd taken up, a star athlete waiting for the world to serve itself up on a rainbow-colored platter.

A last squeeze of her legs for confidence, feeling her dripping wetness between them. Vapor Trail swallowed a nervous gulp and did her best to stare seductively into Sky Stinger's eyes.

"Hey," she said.

"Hey," he said back.

"Um," she said.

Dang it. Everything went find when she practiced. All she had to do was line the words up in her head, then say them. Just line them up, then say it. All she had to do was—

"Are you trying to work up the courage to ask to suck my cock?" Sky Stinger asked.

Vapor Trail's face went so red it looked as though her coat was partially changing color.

She nodded, with an expression like a mouse caught in the kitchen.

"Yes," she squeaked, holding her front hooves close to her face. "I mean, um..." She cleared her throat, shook her head, utterly unsuccessful at dislodging the rosiness in her cheeks. "I want to, uh... suck. Your. Um."

"You don't have to say it," Sky Stinger said. He propped himself up on one foreleg and gave Vapor Trail a soft, sympathetic smile, a layer of warm gold underneath his polished performative exterior. "I know you have trouble with—"

"Cock. I wanna suck your cock."

Vapor Trail's face remained red-tinged, but her expression had solidified into the best 'sexy confident' she could manage. Even Sky Stinger had to admit, when she quizzed him after, that this was one she'd gotten down almost perfect.

"Alright," he said, smirking smugly. "Well, whenever you want, you can go—oh, shit!"

It was a bit funny, all things considered, out of context.

Vapor Trail couldn't see that part. She'd simply opened her mouth and swallowed the majority of Sky Stinger's cock in a single, fluid motion. No apparent preparation, no steeling herself for the sheer size of the thing—just last week she'd been struggling with more than the tip, and now it was practically buried in the back of her throat.

Even though he wasn't in the habit of admitting when anypony had impressed him, the expression on Sky Stinger's face would have given the game away anyway, if the way his hips bucked and his cock went hard almost instantly were any indication. Instead of hiding behind his usual bravado, Sky Stinger let himself indulge in a deep, desperate sounding groan, Vapor Trail's mouth so warm and soft around his dick that he couldn't help but close his eyes and roll his head back, totally swept into the sensation.

Coyly, Vapor Trail managed a sort of smirk with her lips still around Sky Stinger's shaft. Just for herself. She knew, with enough practice, she could finally do something he'd consider impressive.

Their eyes met for just a moment, Sky Stinger incapable of resisting the 'blowjob look' he'd only recently become acquainted with, and Vapor Trail fully programmed to wring every last ounce of pleasure out of the situation in her partner's favor, staring up at him with her eyes as wide and doe-like as possible, her mouth in its 'sucky' shape, pursed around his cock.

Without words, her expression said, 'Are you ready for this?'

Sky Stinger let himself fall all the way back onto the cloud as an answer. Hooves behind his head again, propped up as a makeshift pillow. It would have looked arrogant, for anyone other than the pony Vapor Trail knew deserved his self-esteem.

"Mhmmm... gnnnh, glck, glck..." Vapor Trail felt silly making the sounds, even though she'd practiced those too, they'd never lost their absurdity, the visceral tone of her throat plunging down onto Sky Stinger's prick. The most important part of the motion was repetition, she'd learned, you could get somepony excited with jerky movements, but they'd never slip into a flow that way, start bucking their hips up to match the movements of your mouth, groaning and moaning and muttering incoherent things as you suck the cum right out of their balls. Vapor Trail imagined this as much as anything else, her head was a litany of possible positions and things the pair could do when they were together, alone or otherwise. She even found herself beginning to like the sounds she was making, they fit just right as Sky Stinger would grunt and run his hoof through her mane...

But there was his hoof, pulling instead of pushing, and giving her little taps, like there was something important that required her attention.

Vapor Trail reluctantly removed her lips from the length of Sky Stinger's prick, giving it a last, longing kiss at the tip, giggling as she watched it bob back and forth.

"What is it?" she asked. Her voice was sturdier now, once everything had started, maybe saying a word here or there wasn't that bad...

"I wanna fuck you so bad," Sky Stinger said.

No, nevermind. There was the tell-tale jolt between her legs, the terrified frenzy of that feeling she was incapable of properly identifying, only knowing that it appeared whenever she thought of, or especially when somepony said words like that...

"Oh," she said, a half-moan instead of an actual answer. The potential responses she had practiced slid out one side of her head and left only a hot, furious fuzz behind. "I mean, uh, that sounds—ah!"

Sky Stinger had picked her up like she was no heavier than the cloud they were sitting on. She had just a moment there, in weightlessness, before he pulled her back down, plunk center on his stomach, her butt nestled snugly just above Sky Stinger's dick. It slid inbetween her cheeks perfectly, letting her rock idly back and forth without even needing to think about it. This was what fitting together meant, the feeling she wanted to reflect on later.

Mercifully, words became less important around this part—she knew how to lift herself up and dangle her pussy over the tip of Sky Stinger's cock, the way to rock her hips from side to side, just slightly brushing her soaking wet lips across her coltfriend's swollen head. She knew he liked the teasing, and in secret, she enjoyed it even more, savouring the way he would buck upwards so desperately, his cock searching for the entrance to her slit but never quite finding it. She found it impossible not to smirk as she taunted him, letting herself fall just enough to let the tip in, then jerking her hips back up, soliciting groan after desperate groan, ambrosia to her ears.

Sometimes, after a while of teasing, he would get fed up and refuse to let the taunting go further, both hooves on either side of Vapor Trail's hips and yanking her down so hard she felt impaled all the way through. Other times, he would grit his teeth and grimace as he attempted to endure the full duration of Vapor Trail's naughty game, potentially seeing the shimmer of a reward at the end of her metaphorical tunnel. And no matter how much she loved teasing, Vapor Trail couldn't call herself immune to the craving for Sky Stinger's cock, only barely capable of keeping her hips moving in their preset pattern without just giving in and throwing herself downards...

Today was somewhere inbetween. Things could have gone on much longer like that, Vapor Trail sliding her pussy along Sky Stinger's shaft so much it felt like she'd coated him in a full bottle of lube. But when their eyes met, surrounded by nothing but the sounds of their sexy bits sliding together, both ponies seemed to recognize there was only so much waiting you could do before devouring your dessert.

"Please," Sky Stinger said. She almost never got to hear him like that, with the slight high-pitched tinge in his voice, like a colt begging his mom for an extra cookie.

"Okay," she said, giving one last wiggle in a circle for good measure. She lowered her hips slightly as she lined up the head of Sky Stinger's cock, placing it between her lips and running it up and down once or twice to get it extra wet and slippery. Her pussy let the tip slide in effortlessly, a figure dashing behind a curtain, and there was no reason to draw out the rest but for effect, she could almost breathe in the sensation of him now, could drink it in, could let it wash over her and consume her the way it had from the inside of her head the entire week. Only seconds, and she'd be finished her first thrust, full up, and then she could really—

No, there were his hooves, and the motion of the pull, she had just a second to brace herself—

"Fuck!" It was the only word that came without hesitation, only because she let herself scream it like a howl from her chest. Even if nopony could see them at present, the sound of a moan that loud would echo down into the mountains.

Oh well. Nopony present was capable of caring about anything like that any longer. Dreams were busy becoming reality.

Sky Stinger froze, his hips locked upwards in mid-air absurdly.

"Shit," he said. "I'm sorry. Did I hurt you?"

Vapor Trail shook her head rapidly, biting her lower lip and running her hooves over her own chest.

"Nooo," she moaned, beginning to grind herself in circles on top of Sky Stinger's cock. She interrupted his look of concern by dragging an anguished-sounding groan from his lips, the two of them now perfectly capable of prodding each other like a pair of x-rated soundboards. "It was just really sudden, I almost came right away..."

"Almost?" Sky Stinger smiled and raised an eyebrow. "Well, I'm sure we can fix that."

"Wait, just gimme a second to—"

By now, the two of them had a practice of interrupting each other. It was simply too much fun not to let the other pony finish their sentence.

Plus, when you interrupted someone by shoving your cock up inside them on repeat, they usually weren't in a position to complain regardless.

"Oh fuck." Vapor Trail had found her swearwords again, a comforting island in a vast ocean of potential dirty talk. She leaned forward, letting her position relax on top of Sky Stinger, pulling even closer, reverse missionary but for all the bouncing her butt was doing. Vapor Trail didn't know the proper names of the positions, and the ones she did know made even less sense, so she'd never worried about memorizing them. It was, after all, demonstration in practice that mattered.

She liked this position, though, no matter what it was called. Sky Stinger was almost always on top, but now she could say she was above him for a moment, somehow in control of the both them at once. It felt impossible to describe, how giving in to her own desires was simultaneously overwhelming Sky with a set of his own. Her body was an instrument putting his into a different tune, and that was where the metaphors began to fall apart, because she knew of nothing as perfect and complex as the two of them locked together like this. She would always try as hard as she could to keep in in place, wrapping her legs around him, holding him close with her hooves in an embrace... the longer they stayed like this, the longer nothing else mattered. The longer her dreams were real.

Of course, on the other side of all the mushy stuff, there was, well... the mushy stuff. Sloshy, wet, sliding in and out—she had to stare, look down at what felt like a display of herself, watching the big hard thing she had been mentally drooling over finally hit home and then some. Every time Sky Stinger's head would poke up as far as it could go, a shiver that felt like a lightning bolt would course through Vapor Trail's body. It was impossible to keep her eyes open or her mouth closed, and more than once she had almost gotten the two of them in trouble. The cloud she'd found was meant as a solution to more than once facet of a complex problem.

Simple, though: that was that act of movement, even easier than bobbing her head up and down, because she'd certainly practiced the bit about relaxing her throat and making a swallowing motion—this was something she'd found all by herself, and the little variations she loved that would make Sky Stinger groan along with her, the same way she'd learned about his love for being teased, how she could push him to the edge even faster than she'd end up there herself—most of the time.

Such an ordinary thing, a length of flesh that formed the bulk of her daily desires. Her end wasn't much better, a hole for something to go inside—but when you just stopped, and let yourself watch at the same time you were doing, there was nothing more pure, two independent sides of an electric charge coming together to ignite a beautiful spark, and that spark to lead to a set of endless fireworks. In the most basic words, she was watching his cock go in and out of her pussy, both of them supposedly too young to be spending their time on any such thing.

When they would talk afterwards, she would always mention that part, how she wasn't sure why she liked it so much. What was the big deal about keeping something so fun a secret for so long, anyway? Nopony she asked would give her a straight answer, so she'd stopped asking a while ago.

Sex. That was what they were doing, after all. Fucking. Oh dear. A part of her brain had started to light up, the part usually reserved for directing her dirty talk outwards, rather than in... it was a dangerous weapon when aimed in reverse.

"Fuck," Vapor Trail said, an abrupt sting in the midst of interwoven grunts and gasps. Neither of them had seemed capable of speech for a while, both sets of eyes transfixed on the union point between them, every time Vapor Trail bottomed out, her hips would shudder, and Sky Stinger would groan and rock himself upwards, burying as deep as he could, getting every inch of his cock shoved firmly into place.

Swearing was just an attempt to keep the super-charged terms from ricocheting in her head—and it didn't seem to be helping.

"Fuck," she said again. Still not enough. "I love b-bouncing on your b-big... your big... your big... your big cock..."

Oh, no, that was having the opposite effect, now she was a dirty little filly, running her mouth like the a little slut, the type unlikely to garner praise even from her permanently adoring parents. Good little fillies didn't wander off with their coltfriend to strange clouds and bounce their little booty up and down on his prick until the both of them were about to explode into independent geysers of pleasure.

Almost always, either he or she would prompt things to pause, enough for her to relocate, get the near-daily helping of sticky white stuff she craved to swallow so much... but today was different, and the energy had started to become palpable. She could always notice the tell-tale signs, his hips moving faster and more frantic, his eyes shut tight and his hooves affixed to her sides, slamming her down much harder than she could manage bouncing on her own, to where it seemed there was a hidden, secret place beyond the one the head of Sky Stinger's cock had been hitting before, somewhere so far in and up it felt like her stomach was swelling, like she might pass out just from the fullness of it all.

This time, his eyes shot open, the look of a kirin in the headlights, or just somepony very close to the edge of something and unable to keep from falling over.

"Vapor," Sky managed through gritted teeth, "If you don't stop soon, I'm gonna—"

"Cum in me," Vapor Trail said.

She'd practiced just that one sentence by itself after seeing it in print, like some hidden arcane passphrase that had been passed down without her knowledge through Equestrian generations. Not to make too big a deal out of anything—that was already impossible, by now—but she knew there was something special about those words. She said them even to herself when she played at home, under her blankets late at night, snapping into conspicuous stillness and silence any time her parents barged in on one of their infinite nightly checks.

Her favorite was being on all fours, bent in an arch with her head down low and her butt waggling in the air, hind legs spread so she could reach between and frig herself with one or both hooves. She'd imagine Sky Stinger behind her, wings flapping for extra force as he pounded home, balls tightening at the base of his shaft as he prepared to shoot his load...

"Ohhh, fuck." Dirty mouth, dirty girl. "Cum in me," she said again, her whole body overcome with the power of it. She was seconds away herself, fractions of an instant, but she couldn't, she had to wait, she had to make sure—

Sky Stinger kissed her as he slammed his cock home in a final thrust.

Oh. She felt it. Each shot was its own event—another hot spurt fired into her cute filly pussy. Her body matched the rhythm easily, squeezing with her own tightness when Sky Stinger grunted and ground the head of his cock deep inside her snatch. Where all the cum went was anypony's guess, she couldn't imagine there was that much room inside her, surely some of it would begin to leak out...

Vapor Trail couldn't ignore her own orgasm anymore, it was screaming in her chest, insistent. She leaned forward and wrapped her legs around Sky Stinger as solidly as she could manage, albeit difficult with most of her energy devoted to clenching her pussy. She wished she could find better words to describe it, every bit and always, but especially now the way his cum felt inside her, all sticky and warm and dribbling from the head of his prick...

"Mmmmmmm!"

Vapor Trail's moan was swallowed by her lover's lips. Eep—maybe she shouldn't call him that, even in her head. Maybe it was better not to think about anything right now.

With her mind empty, Vapor Trail let her body's autopilot take over. There was nothing to do besides what was natural, rocking herself over and over again on top of Sky Stinger's shaft, grinding her butt in circles until she was absolutely sure every last drop of his load had been milked out, and then a few more times for good measure.

She couldn't tell how long it took to come down. It always felt like scaling a mountain and flying straight down the other side, the sky so blurry you could barely see in any direction.

Still, there were his lips. The taste of his mouth was closest to water, but it always reminded her of chocolate, the sweet warm sensation in her stomach that followed a delicious treat.

It didn't seem there was any reason for them to separate, no hurry to be apart. And yet, there was ostensibly a limit to even her parents' patience. Sky Stinger had the benefit of being unnoticed whether he was there or not...

"I don't want to move," Vapor Trail said, her voice soft and quiet. She wrapped herself around Sky Stinger again, even tighter than before, the sticky load of her partner's sperm still sloshing around inside her, kept mostly from leaking out with his prick as a plug. Vapor Trail sniffed deeply, shuddering as she savoured the salty scent of sex in the air, and Sky Stinger's unique and personal musk.

"I know," Sky Stinger said. He kissed her cheek, happy at least that this time there were no tears there. Even though it was only ever a day at most between their meetings, Vapor Trail tended to get very emotional after sex.

So the two of them stayed like that for a while, sticky, sore, and sweaty.

Eventually, the sun started to set. It seemed as good a cue as any to head home.

It didn't occur to Vapor Trail until she first attempted to lift herself off the cloud that she'd forgotten a very sticky, messy after-effect of having a pussy full of cum—namely, that flying carelessly, especially with her legs parted, could result in a lot of messy accidents for ponies passing by or underneath. In short, it seemed she would have to do her best job keeping everything... 'in place', as it was. At least until she got home.

Sky Stinger seemed to notice around the same time, after he'd stretched out and jumped off the cloud himself.

"Oh, shit," he said, annoyingly comfortable with swearing in a way Vapor Trail could only admire from afar for now. "I just realized. How are you gonna get home without, uh... well..."

"It's fine," Vapor Trail lied. In truth, she was terrified of letting even a drop spill, lest somepony near her notice and get an immediate impression of the utterly slutty filly that was supposed to be concealed under her normal persona. Though, on the other hoof, even though part of her was terrified, a part of Vapor Trail liked—no, loved—the idea of a homeward trek full up with sticky colt spunk. She felt like she might cum just from thinking about it.

"You're sure?" Sky Stinger had gotten into the habit of double-checking.

Vapor Trail nodded. Well, 'fine' wasn't the right word—but apart from that, she was about to have a lot of fun trying to keep herself from squealing with sexual delight all the way home.

"Just checking," Sky Stinger said. He gave Vapor Trail a kiss on the forehead, and she brushed almost as bright as she had before. "Come on. I'll fly with you until we get to my house."

"I would hope so," Vapor Trail said with a roll of her eyes. "You're not just gonna pump me full of, uh... well you're not just gonna fill me up and ditch me, are you?"

"I dunno, the sooner I get home, the sooner I can start grinding for achievement—ow! Just kidding!"

The journey home from the cloud proved miraculously uneventful. Though getting used to the feeling of being full of sticky white jizz was a task in and of itself, there was enough incentive to get good at it quickly, with little sexual tingles running through Vapor Trail's body every time she remembered exactly how naughty she was being, and what might happen if she got caught.

It all held together until she got through the front door, where she let herself in near-silently, praying she could get in and up to her room before either of her parents—

"Sweetie, you're finally home! We've both been wondering where you were." Vapor Trail's father popped up from the other side of the living room couch like a piece of toast in a spring-loaded toaster. Instantly, he was upon her, flying over the couch and zooming towards his daughter, ostensibly to give her the usual set of hugs and kisses. She had to think quick, or else he'd... he'd...

"Oh, hi, Dad." Vapor Trail turned her body so her back was facing towards the wall, doing the best she could to hide the creamy white evidence subtly trickling from between her legs. Still, if he got close, she still reeked of sex, and her mane was probably in a state as well. Oh, Celestia, she hadn't thought this part out at all...

"Is that Vapey?" Her mother's high, energetic voice was crystal clear even from the kitchen. "Sweetheart, where have you been? Your father and I had to play Crazy Neighs without you... five times!"

"You trying to go for six?" Vapor's dad asked. He turned to his wife in the kitchen and gave her a faux-competitive glare. "Last time I checked you were done with rematches."

"Vapey, are you listening to this? Get in here and help me kick your father's butt! I need you on my team, girl!"

Ugh. Vapey. She'd already asked her mom more times than she could count to stop calling her that... it reminded her of the weird, lame ponies who skipped class to hang out in the bathrooms and huff clouds.

Still, that was the least of her concerns. Vapor Trail kept her back to the wall as she slowly crept up the stairs, praying neither her mother nor father would follow her.

"Uh, that sounds great, Mom," she said. "I just wanna, uh, shower and get changed from school first. I'm still really sweaty from, uh, phys ed. We were playing dodgeball! Yep. Dodgeball. Heh."

"Dodgeball?" Vapor Trail's dad chimed in. "I haven't played that since my old college days. Heh heh. Get it?"

"Put a quarter in the pun jar," Vapor Trail's mom yelled back, still off-screen in the kitchen somewhere.

"Worth it," Vapor Trail's dad responded.

"We really need to change that to five dollars from now on..."

Yes. She'd managed to sneak all the way up to her room without getting caught. Now inside, shut the door and...

Ahhh. Alone. Alone and... sticky.

Vapor Trail got a small white towel out from underneath her bed, the same one she used to clean up when she was playing on her own. She put it underneath her butt as she stood on her bed, then spread her legs and relaxed her pussy as much as she could.

Sky Stinger's cum, pouring out of her... she'd never seen anything like it.

Naturally, she had to touch herself. Her clit was eager for attention, she'd ignored it completely while she was getting her daily dose of dick. The moment her hoof contacted skin, a gasp forced itself out of Vapor Trail's chest. Fire, lightning, all the usual elements she could only find as useful metaphors. It felt like she was about to explode, just from one touch. And still, as she watched, a steady trail of sticky drip poured onto the towel underneath her.

Yes, her hoof was rubbing in circles, she was so close, just about to—

Tap tap tap. It sounded like a little fly, bumping against her window.

"Psst," came Sky Stinger's voice, muffled only slightly by the cloud-wall and glass, but muttered low enough that she could barely make it out anyway.

It felt like she'd been caught in the middle of doing something she wasn't supposed to—technically, by her parents' account, that was probably true—but there was no reason Sky Stinger shouldn't see her like this, he was the only pony who had ever seen her cum in the first place...

So why did she feel so naughty, staring into his eyes, frigging herself as the last of his cum pooled in between her legs?

I'm cumming. She mouthed the words, but didn't say them out loud. Through the window, Sky Stinger nodded sympathetically.

Cum for me, he mouthed back.

Vapor Trail did as she was told.

About half way through her orgasm, though she was incapable of keeping any definite track of it, Vapor Trail heard the window open, the sound of Sky Stinger letting himself in. Her eyes were shut, but she could feel the change in the air of the room, a new energy that made her heart beat just a little faster, even as she was in the throes of her second life-altering climax of the day.

When Vapor Trail opened her eyes, hoof still a blur on her little clitty, Sky Stinger was next to her, smiling.

"Hey," he said.

She opened her mouth, but the 'hey' back didn't come. She leaned forward, not managing a kiss, just simply letting her lips rest on his, as her body shook one last time, a final, heavy shudder, her clit screaming with sensation as her pussy clenched and wrung out the memory of Sky Stinger's cock, still fresh in her mind from less than an hour ago.

It felt right. It all felt alright.

When she'd finished cumming, maybe a third time all blurred together, Sky Stinger carried her gently to her the bed. He laid down next to her and pulled the blanket up over both of them.

"Are you sure your family won't miss you?" Vapor Trail whispered as she snuggled into the cuddle, still wet and a little sticky between her legs. She sighed and relaxed against Sky's body, more reassuring and comforting than any pillow she'd ever imagined.

"I'm sure," he whispered back. "Your parents didn't find anything out?"

She shook her head.

"Unh-uh. They're downstairs arguing about cards or something."

"So I can stay for a little bit?"

"Yeah. For a little bit."

"Thanks."

Sky Stinger kissed her forehead. The tingles it sent through her body felt just as fresh as the first time their skin had ever touched.

At last, as the day went, she finally felt there was no need to worry about what to say next.

Author's Note

A big thanks to Ariamaki, Nick, Jake, Sorden, & carcinogenetecist for their ongoing support. ♥