Need For Seed: Hot Pursuit
Author's Note
KINK WARNING: F x F ♦ Semi-Public Sex ♦ Oral ♦ Vaginal ♦ Muscle/Cock Worship ♦ Deepthroating ♦ Cum Inflation ♦ Futa
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This Lay Aria
"Ummmmph..."
"C'mon, push!"
“Errrgh! Agh!”
“Come on, Starlight. You can get it all in! Just one more good thrust!”
“Trixie believes in you too; and for far longer than Tempest ever has!”
“You were the one suggesting she stuff something so large in something so small, Lulamoon.”
“S-seriously -ah!- girls! Some help?”
“Trixie will be there in a second! Tempest, try not to sell off Canterlot High to another hostile hare-brain in that time, will you?”
“One time! One! Time! And I repented, and helped Twilight make sure that Acquisitioner Stormking was sorrier!”
“Co… c’mon, you two! This -umph- is a really tight fit.”
“Alright… but only because my days of letting one bad moment get to me are over.”
Sashaying over to Starlight, Tempest interlocked her fingers with the struggling mare’s, noodling solemnly when Starlight turned her sweat-dripping head to hers. “On three, Glimmer. Let’s get this done.”
Starlight’s tongue swept over her bottom lip. “One… twooooo…”
And with a final push came the satisfying clink of the register’s till as it closed on an overflowing amount of bits. Slumping over the metal machine, only kept upright by one of her arms slung around it, Starlight finally let the weak afternoon breeze sweep over her face. Her other hand was busy, flipping the soaked edge of her tan shirt into her generous chest.
Tempest, of course, rolled her eyes at the sight. This is a car-wash event, did Starlight really not think to dress for this sweltering day? Her black crop top and jean shorts attested to her preparedness.
“Well then. Trixie, you’ve got the next car?” Tempest quipped, nursing another stray lock of pink hair out of her face.
“Trixie wishes to know if your math is as bad as your judgement.”
Tempest’s lip curled even further. “Not in the mood for this, Lula-”
“Because we’ve got two cars here now.”
Tempest craned up an eyebrow - and later, her head - at the sight before her. Surprisingly, Trixie’s trademark smirk was not on her face as she pointed out the next target of mop-purtunity. I’d thought I’d sooner see Lulamoon without her horn than without that grin, mused Tempest.
But if Tempest thought the smile leaving Trixie’s face was an oddity, the face-splitting one on her next customer’s face was even more shocking.
Not just for the vivid shade of purple splashed across her lips, either.
“Miss me?” asked Aria Blaze, her visible hand trailing alongside the tinted window like a patient spider. Her eyes were just as dark and dangerous as one, sizing up the ex-unicorn licentiously in a way that’d make Adagio blush.
For Tempest, though, she felt no unease. “Of all the magical people I’ve met… you’re the only one I’d say ‘yes’ to.”
“Happy to hear,” A playful narrowing of Aria’s eyes later, and Tempest was trotting to her. “So, I know it's a moot point, but I hope I didn't hold you over too hard with my Hearts and Hooves Day gift.”
Tempts’ hips gave only the slightest shift. “Twilight tried to wallop me for a half hour and you think a plu-”
“Ah ah ah.” Aria’s thumb jutted back toward the two cars behind her. “My blood sisters are in those cars, and so’s the Great and Blabbermouthed Trixie. There’s a reason I’m in a ride with tinted windows.”
Tempest folded her arms, a slight smile tugging at her lips coming when Aria’s eyes bobbed upon the heaving bosom those arms pushed up. “Thought it was because Spoiled is as loaded as she is butterfingered.”
“Don’t remind me,” Aria’s smile snapped away in seconds. “The seat I’m in right now’s worth more than me and my sisters’ home right now.” Then her finger jabbed into Tempest’s muscle-packed abdomen. “Besides, this setup is actually over... a bet.”
Tempest didn’t miss how Aria incessantly chewed her lip - in a way Tempest hadn’t seen since Adagio’s soft cries a room over had woken her and Aria up some weeks before. Even now, she could feel her heart pang for the Siren. Life hadn’t exactly been on the up-and-up for Aria during her takeover attempt, if the rumors Tempest had heard were true.
This time though, the way Aria’s cheeks turned even purpler made Tempest think further. Was this… embarrassment? She shook her head. Goodness, Aria doesn’t do ‘embarrassed.’ Or ‘timid’. Or anything but ‘me’. “A bet?”
“Yeah. Wanna guess why your friends have been so quiet now too?”
Tempest shot a glance back. Despite the awkward angle, she could see Sonata Dusk and Trixie in the car just behind Aria’s, almost cheek-to-cheek with how they were cuddling. Tempest nearly giggled at the sight. Even with Trixie’s past tongue-slips about the ‘snuggle Siren’ to spoil their relationship, it was hilarious to see someone so small reduce someone as brash as Trixie to such silent, childish glee so fast.
Past them, Adagio and Starlight were at the car wash event’s kiosk, caught up in what looked like charades and a cross-fit session with their arm movements. Their conversation was hushed in contrast, the back-and-forth testament to their shared skill in salesmareship. Between Our Town and the Battle of the Bands scheme, they’d needed to be.
But with how Starlight's hands were sheepishly covering her ample chest and Adagio’s lecherous proddings with her credit chit into said cleavage? It didn’t take much to know they were in fight-or-fuck mode.
And suddenly, realization struck for Tempest.
“You are not.” Tempest’s tone turned harsh as she faced Aria again. “You. Are. Not.”
“On April Foals Day, I was too busy with shifts at Chai’s shop.'' Aria counted off on her slender fingers. “On your birthday, you were busy… well, doing your best Dazzling impression with the Deans. On mine… I mean, that was hot. Everytime after that, the Riches were working me to the bone and Twilight was setting you up here.” Aria tented her fingers on the knee she drew up to her chin. “C’mon, Tempest. Just this once.“
Tempest, still disbelieving, rubbed a hand down her face -before wincing at the harsh brush of her horn stump against her palm. “This is why you got the car with dark windows?”
“This is why I got a car here at all,” Aria said. “Pity I didn’t win the bet. ‘Member the motorbike?”
Tempest’s eyes closed in service to a memory she wasn't sure she'd ever stop remembering. How could she, when it’d come right on the heels of their first date, and what the forecast had guaranteed to be a muggy but dry ride home? Well, the surprise rainclouds an hour in ensured both of their black leather dresses were glued to them by the time they reached the Dazzlings’ new home. The vibrations and jubilation from finding the other ensured their lips would be glued to each other the second they pulled into the gravel driveway.
To this day, Tempest wasn’t sure which Dazzlings’ face was the highlight of that night. Aria’s one, once twisted in frustration from the inability to be on top, soon frozen in ecstasy as she came again and again under wine-red army-trained fingers?
Sonata’s one, when she’d happened up them rutting, and immediately brightened as she went into the play-by-play?
Adagio’s one, a mask of shock and awe as she yanked them off each other and shooed them into the house, with talk about her refusal to risk losing a sister to hypothermia in the pouring rain - or dehydration from the orgasms Tempest yanked from her?
It was a close contest, to be sure.
“Aria. There are people watching.” At 35 mph down the road leading out of Canterlot High with their student children, yes; it was the end of a school day. But Tempest, for some reason, wasn’t feeling up to taking that risk in fucking Aria at the end of a slow car-wash event.
Reasons like the millimeter-thin ice she was on after her takeover attempt with the Deans.
“Tempting.” The flat look on Aria’s face though, belied her true thoughts. “But again, Shad - this car’s tinted up. No hopes of them intruding, if we keep it inside.”
Tempest pinched the bridge of her nose. “Also, there’s the charming issue of you being here to make sure the car’s clean.” Jabbing a finger into the decadent squashed seats, Tempest continued. “I know just how messy you get.”
“Oh? That right?” Tempest was finding it hard to concentrate - it was either the glint from Aria’s teeth or the mock ruby bobbing on a choker around her neck. “You mean with stuff like this?”
Aria’s hips rose up as she arched out of her seat, and Tempest’s mouth went dry at the lewd sight; a testament to how the Sirens’ gem-destruction hadn't been wholly deleterious. Pushing out from around the curved ‘v’ of zipper-teeth and over-stretched purple thong, rose an absolute titan of a cock.
And just like Aria, it was a lithe yet intimidating presence. While it was still slim enough for Tempest to wrap her hand around the veins and gems encircling it made Tempest’s eyes widen. Aria knew just how to perfectly frame her fuckstick too, her leg crooked just high enough to show just how close her cocktip reached to her knee, while just wide enough to let the kiwi-sized testes underneath throb hungrily. And the way it bobbed up like a particularly juicy worm made Tempest's breath hitch.
Thankfully for her ego, Tempest’s voice wasn’t similarly hindered. “You are... going to tell me where you got that one of these days,” she said.
Aria’s finger was back, tracing out the taut outline of her girlfriend’s abs. “You first, Shad.”
Tempest would have wished herself dead if the giggle bubbling in her throat got past her lips. “Nevermind, Blaze. You’re here for your dirty car, not your dirty mind.”
Aria huffed in response. “And you’re here because you love them both.”
“...there are other cars behind you, Ari.” Or so Tempest thought - her vision had tunneled to just Aria and her ivory-tinted ride for quite awhile.
Eventually, Aria relented. Fumbling in her pocket for her wallet, her eyes glinted with impish malevolence as she saw Tempest’s dart back to the colossal fucklog still throbbing on her raised thigh. It was such a magnetizing sight that she almost missed the pouch of bits the Siren threw her. “I’ll take the Dauntless Delight wash. With the vacuuming. Some... prick...” A pump of her hips later and and the seat was soaked by a drop of thick pre. “...got the insides all sticky.”
Counting out the pile of gems with her snout to her palm - in vain hope of hiding her blush - Tempest’s eyes started sparkling for a new reason. “This is enough for three of those washes.”
“Then I guess you’d better start fast, yeah?” Tenting her fingered behind her head, Aria cocked an eyebrow in anticipation, her purple lips set in a curious line.
Tempest, almost on instinct, marched back to the booth - with a slight spring in her step at the wolf-whistle from Aria. Even with the scraps of clothing Tempest had on, that shaft-swinging Siren knew how to heat her up fast.
It was also probably for the best that Starlight didn’t respond to Tempest as the broken-horned unicorn slung out the vacuum, sponge, and bucket. Mainly because of how awkward it’d be for Tempest to explain why she was pungent with sweat and lust.
Plus, Starlight’s attention seemed to be on the person in the third car.
Idly, Tempest wondered if Starlight had a thing with Sonata or Adagio. She certainly looked like she’d be ready to cleave through her lip, she was biting it so hard.
Then she turned to see Aria’s perfectly tailored nails beckoning her over. Suddenly, Tempest almost banged her knees on the car with her dead run back.
Out came the vacuum’s ribbed hose and Tempest was darting around to the passenger side, curious as to why Aria hadn't stepped out of the car yet to let her work. Well, besides the stone-stiff flesh log still temptingly peeking out of her pants.
It certainly wasn’t because of boredom; Aria’s eyes were already burning holes through Tempest as she traveled. It also wasn’t because of her infamous talent of playing ear-jarringly loud deathcore either. For starters, the rims weren’t vibrating off this car with the force.
No, as it turned out, the reason for Aria not leaving the unlocked car to her mercy was because the car wasn’t unlocked. Yet Aria’s eyebrows - and lips - curved up with every fruitless tug Tempest gave to the passenger side door. Regardless, the lock held.
“Really, Aria?” she hissed through the tinted glass - or whatever little silver of it that Aria’s maddeningly tempting smirk flashed through.
A telling click thenlet sunlight leak over Aria’s form, her own driver’s side door slowly swinging out to the ripe summer air. “ Don’t worry, I’ll be good,” offered Aria, the telltale whirr of her reclining seat filling the din.
Tempest balled her hand into a fist, remembered the car wasn’t actually Aria’s, sighed wearily, and moved back around to the driver’s side. By the time she was there, the soles of her feet hurt from how hard she was stomping into the pavement. It was a modern miracle to her how she kept her expression level.
It was a task that became at the more Ironhoofian when she leaned into the car with the loudly blaring hose to handle the seat. Immediately, the tangy scent of Aria’s blackberry perfume hit her nostrils like a truck. Tempest’s spine nearly dislodged with the force of her shivering, her mind reeling back to second dates and nightlight dinners and the tingling feel of skin she scratched and screamed out her orgasmic bliss into the fucking covers-
“Yo. Shad. Might wanna start letting the hose hit a seat-cushion sometime this year.” Back into reality came Tempest, and the understanding smile on Aria’s lips got her moving again.
And despite the awkward bend she had over the seat, the Dazzling relaxing in it - and every inch of burning cold muscle rubbing against Tempest - made it all worth it. Slowly, Tempest was getting lost in the close contact again, her motions over the cushion accented with every hum of the vibrating vacuum hose. The sensation sent her mind down into the lewdest of alleys. The only hint to how consuming the thoughts of whispering for Aria to fuck her raw being her low pants.
Soon, the passenger sea was spotless, and Tempest contemplated her next move. Accidentally bringing a knee up onto Aria’s cock was out of the question. Fortunately, Aria was happy to help her out again, calmy hugging Tempest around the waist and easing her into the cubby between the seats. It was a tight fit around the wheel, but Tempest wasn’t complaining.
Especially since the muscle straining against Tempest’s middle was heart-meltingly hot to the touch. Far more than her mammoth member and meticulous mind, the realization that a Siren valued strength as much as she was so vindicating to Tempest.
“You okay?” asked Aria, the pipe buzzing in her hand as she traded it off to her car-cleaning companion. “This stupid ride’s full of sharp edges. Nearly broke a nail on the rear mirror.”
Tempest shook her head. In contrast to her friend’s concern, her mind was focused on the soft things in this car. Like Aria’s voice. And the breezies fluttering in Tempest’s stomach. And the soft clamp of lips to teeth as Tempest realised her ass was right at Aria’s eye-level.
“Got this.” Aiming her vacuum at the backseat, Tempest’s snout wrinkled. “Also; sweet Tartarus, you said that taco-craving Sonata egged you into was a one-time thing.”
“And you said your ass wasn’t tight enough to bounce a Fire Ruby off of. Nocreature’s perfect.”
Rolling her eyes at Aria’s quip, Tempest went to work again. Soon the backseat was tortilla crumb-free, and the snapping of the card door behind her alerted her to the final leg of her deep-cleaning. Weirdly enough, she’d barely even heard the Dazzling leave. Maybe the deathcore had gotten to Tempest’s ears, much as she loved it.
But the second Tempest slumped into the passenger seat, she realized that was because Aria hadn’t left. Instead, the sight before Tempest’s eyes nearly made her jaw plow its way into the stickshift.
Apparently, not only had Aria fed the tube out of the window after she’d moved Tempest, but she’d shucked her pants down further. Now freed of both denim and the lace of her G-string, Aria’s cumcannon stood at it’s proud ten-inch length, in front of Tempest’s wide eyes. It's swollen bulb was big enough to clog the vacuum’s tube in a head-to-head. And those pearly drippings had been put to good use by Aria’s thumb, because everything down to the medial ring was shiny with pre.
Speaking of dripping, the soap-drenched loofah in Aria’s hand was twinkling in the sliver of sunlight as she offered it to Tempest.
“Missed a spot, Shad.” The amount of lust dripping off of Aria’s voice now could sink ships.
Tempest’s voice almost cracked the windows herself as she spoke. “Wha-what are you doing, Aria?”
“Justifying why I picked this car and rubbed crumbs into the seats, what do you think?” Aria said. “C’mon Shad. Trixie’s a minute-mare when Sonata’s working her over and Starlight can only be wowed for so long.”
Tempest took the sponge, but didn’t move, even with the grey drops leaving some rather unexplainable streaks down the dashboard. “G-good fuck, Aria, if Twilight finds out I’m spending my time in the event I begged her to lead doing thi-”
“Then I’ll bum off some of Zecora's healing herbs to Twi so we don’t risk seeing her die mad,” Aria replied. “Until that time...“ And another appetizing thrust made Tempest’s breath hitch as that cockhead brushsed teasingly agianst her chin. “Let’s make the most of this.”
Tempest could probably have marshaled a better counterargument against doing this. But that errant thrust had brought the bittersweet aroma of her spunk to Tempest’s snout. The sparkling of the gem over that dick tip was almost calling her name, and the claustrophobic trappings of this luxury car were raising the heat rushing through Tempest’s body to volcanic levels.
So Tempest could only afford to shoot Aria a hopefully disapproving look of her before bracing her elbows on the centerboard. “Then what in Tartarus is the sponge for?” she asked as she brung in her knees on the seat, throwing the sponge into the backseat. “I’m clearly not gonna reach the outer edge of the car anytime soon.”
Leaning in so she was forehead-to-forehead, Aria’s smile turned wicked. “You’ll see, Shad.” Then their lips connected with Tempest’s as well, and their tongues were thrashing away in passion.
Tempest savored the moment well when she finally battled her way into Aria’s sweet mouth, tugging at one of her girlfriend’s pigtails and twisting her mouth around hers. The fist that crashed into her ribs made her gasp into Aria’s mouth. That same purple hand opening up and just as roughly fondling her tit underneath her tank top made her purr.
The second Aria leaned forward to deepen the kiss, Tempest’s ass smashed against the passenger side window. The tingling from the cold gave Tempest another idea. One that she’d probably slap herself for going for later, but was too sopping wet down there to abandon now.
One of Tempest's hands slipped down to her shorts, hooking in a belt loop and yanking them down in one go. Her other hand was doing what Aria’s greedy fingers were under her shirt; rolling around the nubs of the other’s nipples in rapid circles.
The second that Tempest's rump - and her bared loins - squished against the cool glass, her blue eyes shot open in rapturous glee. Her kiss grew sloppier, and her hands turned into pinchers against Aria’s shirt, the foreign hiss rumbling into Tempest’s throat her richly deserved reward.
In a spray of saliva, both their lips broke away. The animalistic panting from both girls made Tempest’s heart quicken, sparks soon dancing around her horn stump. Time again seemed to stop before her very eyes, and only the sharp ripping of fabric alerted her as to why she held two heaps of torn cotton in her hands.
Blinking rapidly, Tempest let her gaze sweep over Aria’s chest. To her eyes’ delight, Aria was just as commando up there as Tempest was down here, and her far more generous globes bounced just as much as Tempest’s ass did against the window.
“Damn it, Aria,” said Tempest, finally letting a sharp grin stretch her maw.
For once, Aria was speechless. Gulping down mouthfuls of air, she knotted her fingers in Tempest's mane, slowly massaging the strawberry-soft locks. Only the sound of her slow exhales and the lewd squishing of wet clit against glass punctured the silence.
Then Aria’s grip turned iron-tight, yanking Tempest down into her bare crotch. Tempest’s cheeks billowed against the might of Aria’s imposing fuckstick. Once again, one of Tempest's hands guided its way to Aria's rock-stiff nipple, her eyes swinging over to her true prize. The other hand wrapped around the thick root of that purple shaft, guiding it to her pursed lips.
The second she was close enough to feel the drops of pre dance over her lip, Tempest’s tongue started batting into it. The rough thump above let her know that Aria’s head had joined Tempest’s ass in grinding against the window. Tempest then closed her lips over the tip, smirked around it, and hummed.
The reaction was immediate. “Oh shiiiiit, Shad,” Aria moaned, her hips trying to surge forward.
But even if her seat’s position wasn’t working against Aria’s attempt to skewer her friend’s throat, Tempest’s steady pullback left her wanting. More pearly dots soaked into that seat, and down Tempest’s shin as she kissed her way down that colossal cock. And with each wet suckling from Tempest, Aria’s thrashing in her seat grew wilder.
The second Aria’s fingers forced their way into her own lips to keep her moaning from alerting half the city, Tempest struck. Leveling Aria’s twitching cock at her maw, she opened wide and deepthroated her in one gurgling gulp, her lips stopping inches short of that medial ring. Aria’s tumultuous yell died around a mouthful of fingers, drool sliding down to soak her chest - and the nipple Tempest was still torturing in her left hand.
The taste and smell were the first thing that Tempest noticed - or rather, got hooked on. It was sweet and sour and slippery, and the musk that accompanied it clogged up Tempest’s nostrils.
Shifting in her seat, Tempest let her soaking snatch slide more against the now thoroughly drenched window. Moving up and down in time with her bubbly ass, Tempest worked her lips on the purple shaft, her tongue dancing on the smooth surface of the gem every time she retracted. Within seconds, her motions got her closer to that elusive ring, to the satisfying pop she longed to hear.
Right above her, Aria was a wanton wailing mess. Tempest’s mouth was a furnace, baking her cock as she finally took it all between her lips. Between the slick sounds from her fingerfucking her throat and the soft squeaks of the polyester under her rump, she was almost helpless before Tempest’s onslaught.
Almost being the key word, because she finally found enough footing to slam into that tasty mouth - and revved the engine from an errant push of the gas pedal.
Viciously brought out of her reverie, Aria’s eyes shot to the window, looking for any intruders on their dickdrilling expedition. To her relief, no such pony or Siren answered the call - save for the one that gave a noisy sluuuuck as she rooted herself wholly on her cock.
“F-fuck!” This time, Aria’s curse came unhindered, her knees scrabbling against the tight cubby she started to meet those head-bangings. Any thought of being overheard was lost - especially with Tempest’s soap-wet hand now lowering to fondle the twin sacs of sperm dancing between seat and thigh. “K-keep going. M-make me -ah!- flood your fucking throat!”
From what Tempest felt slicking her thighs and the glass, her clit might burst its banks first. Her thrusts into that shaft went so far now that her snout brushed against Aria’s belly-button ring. The feel of life surging underneath the fleshy testes make her mind swim with the thought of orgasm. And right now, her body felt like it was alight and flash-frozen at the same time, the tingling rush bringing her to her peak. She needed to feel this Siren - her Siren - paint her insides white.
One last throat-rumbling impale on that shaft, and Aria’s sweet howl ricocheted around the car. Seconds later, Tempest’s wet wish was granted, waves of thick spunk basting her throat and stomach. It was sweet, it was cloying, and it felt neverending, as Aria’s fountain of jizz pummeled its way into the mewling Tempest.
Attacking that firehosing fuckstick with more gusto, Tempest gyrated her mouth and groin against any surface she could reach. Wringing every ounce of pleasure from both spots, Tempest let the shudders overtake her at last. Settling into her seat as the aftershock washed over, the dopily grinning mare finally let that stiff cock away slip from her lips.
Then her jaw dropped at the fact that Aria’s length was, indeed, still diamond-hard. “You’re… fucking… with me,” Tempest gasped, her cum-stuffed cheeks almost jiggling with the weight of their load.
Aria’s sweat-drenched face, currently chin-to-chest, finally rose to meet her lover’s. “Here’s hoping,” she said hoarsely. “Now get the sponge and wait.”
Nodding curtly, Tempest leaned over to grab the still-soaked sponge, then flopped into her seat again. It was only at this point, with no Aria in the way or guiding her there, that Tempest noticed the last feature of this car - a very prominent sunroof.
Suddenly, the gears clicked in Tempest’s bliss-baked mind.
“Told you there was a reason I picked a car like this to wash.” whispered Aria, finally leaving the seat to drape herself over the divider of the car. With her throbbing tool now bracing against the stick shift, and her head safely nestled in the backseat, Aria looked like a pin-up model.
Right out of Tempest’s centerfold-layered dreams and in her face.
“Hit that and hop on.”
Tempest followed Aria’s finger to a white button on the dashboard. Depressing it made the rectangle of black above them give way to an orange-soaked sky. And for once, Tempest hesitated before moving up to meet it.
So much could go wrong in this instance. For her, for her friends, for her drive to redemption.
But one last look at Aria, and Tempest suddenly saw that as a challenge. Those smoldering purple eyes demanded obedience, and those soft hands waiting to envelop her heart-shaped ass offered comfort.
“You sure about this?” Nevertheless, Tempest had to make sure.
Aria, after raising an eyebrow, silently nodded.
“Then it’s time I make your roof sparkle.”
And Tempest braced her feet on both seat cushions, ready for round two. Raising her head and shoulders out of the car’s canopy, Tempest again looked for any peeping eyes. Surprisingly, not even Trixie and Starlight were there, though the large truck behind them was just as tented- and far more shiny than it was before.
It probably wouldn’t take a Cutie Mark Crusader Clue-Catcher (yay!) to know where the other mares and Sirens went. Tempest struggled to keep from rolling her eyes - was everypony just that desperate to do it?
Then she laughed. Goodness, she was literally sitting in a car where she’d just sucked off the driver… who was now kneading at her ass like it was strawberry loaf. And grinding her onto the length of her prominent sperm-pump.
Maybe if she squinted, she could see the spires of that glass house she was in.
Slowly, Tempest attacked her newest target, sweeping the sponge over the length of the car’s roof. The grime and leaves left in the wake of her scrubbing, and the mare breathed in relief. Between the spotless expanse around her and her slick need beneath, she was in heaven.
Even if Aria didn’t decide to plunge that hot cock of hers inside her, moments like this were worth savoring.
“Aria, I think the roof’s fi-fucking Faust!”
Nevermind; the time for twat-trenching was apparently now. With a wild jerk of Aria’s hips, seven inches of prime Siren shaft buried its way into Tempest’s eager pussy walls. Bulging and rippling around its newest cargo, Tempest’s cunt spasmed at last, soaking Aria’s cock in waves of juicy lube.
And beneath it all was Aria Blaze, her face twisted in a domineering mask despite her prone position, her nails leaving dark points in Tempest’s rump as she pried it off her cock. It was slow and methodical, though, giving Tempest time to ride out her climax.
“Aria, Aria, oh shit Ariaaa…” came Tempest’s lowly whinny, her folds gushed several times as they clenched needily around her bulb.
The second that Aria’s purrs turned into growls as she tried to move Tempest those last few inches up, the buff mare’s hands snapped down and kept her there. The second she felt the tension in those fingers as they clasped around her wrists, Aria gasped. The sort of deliberate desire thrumming through the pulls in her palms made her even wetter, if that was possible.
And the two words that followed got her drooling again.
“My turn.”
Literally so, in Tempest’s case. Aria’s eyes soon rolled into her head as Tempest carefully swiveled around in her perch, literally skewering herself further on her girlfriend’s girthy futacock. The sensation was mind-blowing to Aria, her snug shaft now being wrung for every bit of pre it could spare, and her nerves like jumper cables. When both girls were able to see the other’s face - again, though only a hint of the window’s edge - Aria tried to speak again.
“That… was so fucking raw.” Shaking one of her pigtails out of her face, Aria braced herself up on her elbows. “Have any… anything else you’ve been holding out on me?”
Tempest licked her lips at that compliment. “You’ll see, Aria.”
Then the tendons in Tempest’s thighs clenched, and she sank down onto her cock. Twinned howls broke out at the friction, the surging feel of flesh slicking flesh drowned out. Aria’s testes swung in the the air as she snapped her hips to meet Tempest’s, the ferocity in their fucking hitting fever pitch.
And for a split second, Aria saw Tempest. Like, really saw her girlfriend, jackhammering herself into her fuckcannon, her mane and tail a frizzled mess. The dancing pink tail smearing Tempest’s sparkly sap over her abs and thighs, Her… everything around Aria’s fucking cumstack, turning Aria’s calls for more into incoherent, drooling gasps. In that moment, Aria realized that nothing in her imagination would ever compare to the smoldering sight.
And Aria longed to make it hotter.
Soon, both girls were a frenzy of nails and blurry thighs. Tempest’s top hung around her shoulders in shreds, Aria's fingers now pinching at Tempest’s yummy flat tits. Tempest's digits turned white as she slammed herself harder onto Aria’s glistening shaft, the wet plaps of their lovemaking making them tremble.
They didn’t even have to speak their need to go faster, deeper, stronger - the violent creaks of the divider sliding under their thrashing bodies was proof positive of their effort. And the door to Tempest’s womb, as well as her G-spot was being pistoned relentlessly. At the fifth impact, Tempest’s voice gave out and she threw back her head, thrusting her chest out further to the needy nails of Aria.
Eventually, one of Tempest's hands slipped from the sunroof’s threshold, finding the final target at Aria’s bulging neck. Squeezing the sides of her neck ever so precisely, Tempest's smile turned into a rictus grin at the sign of Aria’s orgasmic shrieks. Within seconds, Aria’s body was shuddering in that grip, her mighty thrusts turning into swirling grinds into Tempest’s twat as they sped to their limit.
“Sha…. Sha.. fuuuuuUUUUC~!”
Aria’s second orgasm was dazzling in its length. Her limbs locked, her hips spasmed, and shot after shot of rich spunk filled out Tempest’s waiting womb. And through it all, Tempest kept lifting and dropping into that geysering cock, even as gouts of seed poured out of her stuffed quim. It resembled a flower every time her pussy slammed home.
Aria’s blitzed brain soon realized that was because each drop of Tempest’s hips triggered another mini-orgasm from her. Even now, the telltale glow from her cock’s bedazzled tip caught her eye. And that buzzing noise in her ears soon turned out to be her out strangled cries, even though Tempest stopped clenching her neck.
Tempest, on the other end, came slowly and steadily. One final sink onto that spurting shaft, and she moaned steadily as her release flushed out even more of Aria’s sticky juices from her cunt. Sliding her hips over the flesh-spear stirring her loins, Aria slumped over her lover, exhaustion taking over.
Silence reigned for several seconds, as Tempest and Aria stared lovingly at each other through two curtains of hair - one pink, one purple. “So… so good,” murmured Tempest.
“Yeah it was.” Aria sucked in her lip, feebly thrust into Tempest again, and sighed at the breathy mewl that slithered from Tempest’s throat in reply.
With sudden shifting of her hips, Tempest finally hauled herself off of Aria, shivering at the sound of her cock slapping against the shifter again. Then she looked down - and her lip curled the ruined state of their tops. “Well, this is just perfect.”
“...m’what?” asked the tangled heap of limbs that used to be a futa Siren.
“Our clothes are a mess, Aria,” grumbled Tempest. “And I am not trotting out of here topless. Not with Trixie near a phone.”
“...seasand...”
“Speak louder, please, Aria.”
“Check the seat stand, Shad.”
Nudging Aria’s head out of the way, Temp pulled down the middle cushion and saw two crisp white shirts pop out. Shrugging and slipping one over her head and balling it up at her rib-level, Tempest popped the door open. “Do you want me to-”
“Nah,” huffed Aria, pushing another lock of hair away from her eye. “Just need a second. Didn’t even eat before I went out to meet you.”
Tempest softly smiled. “Then allow me to treat you when we wrap up.”
Aria’s eyes swung down over Tempest’s body. “Might as well. But… don’t tell the others.”
”And why should…” Tempest’s eyes followed Aria’s to the moderate but very noticeable bulge at her stomach. “Ah.”
“Lemme know when you’re in the mood for seconds.” Aria said. “Thanks to this…” And her finger flicked at the gem-studded tip of her battering ram. “I’m positive I couldn’t run out of cum if I tried.”
Playfully swatting at Aria’s face - and then at the tip of the cock slowly stirring to life at her crotch - Tempest hauled up her shorts and flipped out of the car. Only the lightest of stumbles betrayed her fragile grace.
Dragging the vacuum and soap-bucket behind her, Tempest’s trip back to her fully-horned friends’ side was almost pin-droppingly silent. Of course, who better to break that din than the Great and Powerful?
“Should we ask you just how you’ve gotten that in seven minutes?” Trixie teased, her eyes laser-locked on Tempest’s new bulge.
“Depends. Should I ask Sonata?” Tempest shot back.
Trixie’s face drained of color as she looked back to the massive convertible housing Sonata. Then she stared at her own swelling gut too, almost oblivious to the muffled ranting of Adagio at the driver's seat.
“Trixie withdraws her question,” she finally grumbled. “And thanks you for doubling our tip jar in one shot.”
“Yeah, sorry I didn’t catch you talking about it earlier!” Starlight said. “I can imagine what…” then her face told off as she looked at the new top Tempest toted. “Um, Tempest, what’s that?”
“Ah. My apologies, Star,” Tempest waved her off. “Aria brought... lunch, it got a bit messy…. And thankfully she came prepared.”
Trixie’s ears twitched. “You never said that Blaze had food.” she drawled. “Perhaps Trixie will finish the job on Aria’s car and see if she has left-”
“No.” Tempest not staring at Trixie as the icy retort came out was likely the only reason Trixie wasn’t an icicle. Needless to say, Trixie’s pinched fingers across her lips showed she got the message. Tempest’s comforting hand on Trixie’s shoulder finally defused that tense show.
“Actually, Tempest…” Starlight meekly replied. “I meant more… what is this?”
Starlight’s fist curled in the hem of Tempest’s new shirt and pulled it down further even covering the swell of her seed-filled belly. But it was the image over it, now fully revealed, that caused Tempest’s jaw to drop again.
Painted right over the center of that shirt was a photo of Aria, clearly holding a phone in one of her gloved hands as she shot a sultry look at the lens. Notably, those gloves were the only piece of clothing either of the figures in that photo had. And despite the slight reprieve of Aria’s Siren mark stamped over her breasts, clit, and Tempest’s gaping ponut, the words Give ME a Ring Next Time, Shadat the bottom madethe intent quite present.
And with Starlight, Trixie, a clapping Sonata, and a fainting Adagio Dazzle witness to it, too..
Then Tempest’s ears and snout bristled at the sound of burnt rubber as a vehicle flooring it from behind her. And despite Starlight’s attempt to catch the sponge still perched at its top, both loofah and luxury car were soon lost in the Canterlot City alleys. “I swear I forgot what was on those shirts Shad I’m sorreeeeee…” came trailing from the driver’s seat.
Between the sound of squealing tires and squealing...well, Trixie, the growl Tempest let out as she stomped back into the school went unnoticed.
Probably for the best, though; with the way her fists were clenched, acknowledging Tempest Shadow at the moment was probably the fastest way to an E.R. visit with Nurse Redheart.
