Flitter's Friday

"Hi, Flitter!"

Flitter skidded to a halt as she touched down clumsily on the ground near the bubbly beacon with the bright green and pink mane that she'd spotted from above.

"Haa, huu… Hey, Blossom," she wheezed as she flopped into a sitting position, only for her hindquarters to as quickly shoot back up as she found even the caress of the grass was too much to bear. She knew that her disheveled appearance hadn't been helped by her frantic flight around Ponyville in the desperate hope that she'd be able to catch Cloudchaser before the picnic kicked off. Now she'd be forced to confront the better part of Ponyville's weather team in an attempt to track her sister down.

"How'd your appointment go? You look even more out of breath than this morning!" Blossomforth gave her a pretty, encouraging smile. Flitter bit her lip in an attempt to avoid drooling over the innocuous loveliness of her friend.

"Uh… Appointment?" Flitter thought back. Had that really been today? She was assailed by fresh memories of large blue eyes studying her and the scent of candy and disinfectant. How easy it would have been to put her hooves on the nice nurse's head and-- "Fine, just fine! I'm just, huuh, a little out of breath from rushing out here."

"Running behind, huh?" Blossomforth giggled, immediately accepting the explanation. "I get that! Actually, seems like the whole picnic is behind. They've only just started setting up." She vaguely gestured to the general vicinity of their wooded surroundings and the dispersed groups of bright-coated pegasi gathered in small groups or bustling around setting up blankets and baskets. "Can you believe Rainbowshine forgot she was supposed to be helping Derpy bring the food out, again?! It's sooo crazy that the mare responsible for organizing the spring season can be so disorganized with other stuff. And don't even get me started on--"

"Uuuuuugh," Flitter moaned in frustration as her frantic attempts at spotting the distinct blue and white splashes of her twin's mane proved fruitless.

"I know, right!" the other pegasus exclaimed. She tapped a hoof to her chin as she thought, studying Flitter as the antsy pegasus fidgeted. "Y'know, come to think of it, it's usually 'Chaser that shows up late, but she got here right on time. Did I miss Opposite Day on the calendar again, or what?"

"You've seen her?!" Flitter demanded more forcefully than she'd intended. Blossom blinked, as impenetrable as ever, into the flustered face of her friend as it crowded near her own.

"Sure! I think she said she was gonna try to save you guys a spot over at Dandelion Hill," the mare explained plainly, a white hoof indicating the rough direction of the landmark in question. Flitter would have kissed her, if she wasn't positive that she would have escalated quickly past that in plain sight of half of their co-workers, and complicate their already strange friendship besides. She was still tempted.

"Thanks I'll see you later!" Flitter spun about before that temptation could fortify itself, already retreating before Blossom could answer.

"Oh, seeya! Guess I'll catch up in a bit!" Blossomforth's voice carried after Flitter, but neither the white pegasus nor any of the other vaguely pony-shaped splotches of colour at the edge of her vision mattered any longer. Now that she knew where Cloudchaser was she raced for her with single-minded determination. She was unconcerned with the occasional gasp or cry of surprise as she narrowly avoided one of those unimportant shapes, unimpressed by the lively spring wildflowers lining the path, and only distantly aware even of the repetitive bump-bump-slap of something hot and very hard against her belly as she galloped. There was only one thing that mattered.

The wide path through Whitetail abruptly gave way at the foot of a small hillock rising from the surrounding wood, green and spotted here and there with vibrantly yellow flowers. Some tiny far-off voice in the rear of her skull vaguely reminded her that this was one of her favourite spots. Something about some butterfly liking yellow.

Flitter's eyes didn't so much as linger on the flowers or the spotted wings of the butterflies fanning themselves here and there amidst them. She sought hungrily amidst the small gatherings of ponies lounging about the hill, some laying in the grass and others on large blankets. It took her only a moment to hone in on the single important equine among them. She was standing near the crest of the hill with her back to her, the long blue and white cascades of her tail and mane rippling in the spring breeze. She'd have to repay that watermelon mare later, whatever her name had been.

In her haste to ascend the easy incline of the hill, she nearly tripped but finally she drew up beside Cloudchaser. She immediately and insistently pressed into her side and nestled beneath one of her wings. Only after she had did she realise that there were two other ponies present. They were intently looking at her with their judgemental, semi-familiar eyes. Her frustration welled up in her throat, but before she could say anything, Cloudchaser preempted her.

"Heyyy, there you are Flitter!" Her sister's comforting contralto voice soothed her nerves, but the familiar, downy press of Cloudchaser's wing stretching over Flitter's back and pulling her close was near enough to send the superheated ardor below the surface boiling violently up past the flimsy lid of her restraint. Cloudchaser, accustomed to her twin's usual doting, continued right on conversing with the pair with a brief half-glance Flitter's way, "Actually, I was just tellin' Helia and Parasol about those butterflies you've been raising. The really big ones?"

Two pairs of large eyes turned expectantly on Flitter, and she buried her face against Cloudchaser's neck to escape them. This prompted a short, ticklish laugh from the pegasus, and her rebuke was more fond than exasperated, "Ugh, c'mon now, Flits, we're not schoolfillies anymore!"

Flitter could hear the opposite pair of pegasi give a few little giggles of their own, and huffed. CC never said that sort of thing when they were alone. Whatever she said, her scent was exactly how she remembered it from when they were young. The energetic freshness of a gathering storm underpinned the more earthy fallen-rain-smell of her sweat, creating a familiar fragrance that was somehow calming and enticing all at once. She finally managed to muster the mental wherewithal to speak up, "Cloudchaser… I need to talk to you. In private. Please."

"Ah, alright," Cloudchaser spoke, and Flitter's heart fluttered hopefully until she continued, "just give me a sec here. Anyway, they're these really big butterflies, like the biggest in Equestria, outside of the Everfree. Right?" She prompted her twin with a careful nudge, but Flitter obstinately kept silent.

"You've maybe seen 'em around here. But if they have just the right diet--ah, hey!!" Cloudchaser's low voice jumped several octaves at the sudden pinch of Flitter's teeth against her neck. The onlooking mares laughed again, making Flitter's tail swish in indignation. When the older twin attempted to push the younger back with a raised hoof, Flitter merely locked her leg around it, trying to tug her sister even a step away from her amused coworkers.

"CC… Pleasssse..."

"Flitter, enough already! Just tell me what it is!" Cloudchaser answered her sibling's sibilant whining and tugging at last, wheeling on her to deliver a short-lived glare. Surprise dawned just as briefly, as it immediately became clear to her what the source of her sister's irritation was.

"... Oh, your bow is messed up!" she exclaimed in concern, earning a bewildered gawk from the exasperated Flitter. All the same, at least she started moving her hooves, sighing and following Flitter as she haltingly led her off. "Let's get that fixed up before someone gets our spot, then. Talk to you gals later!"

Taking this pretext, one pegasus shakily guided the other away from where the others congregated. First winding down a shaded sidepath under the green spring canopy of the Whitetail, Flitter then led Cloudchaser right off that path, weaving between trunks and flowering bushes until they were well out of sight and earshot of the main path, and any other pesky picnic-goers that might distract her sister. They were left with only the surrounding trees as witnesses, the viridescent ceiling above only giving way in narrow patches that no pegasus could navigate, but through which the narrow rays of the midday sun spilled.

"Alright, Flits, I think we're clear," Cloudchaser announced in time to feel the concurring press of her sister's lips against hers, hot and sudden. She gasped, caught off guard by this sudden turn, an advantage which her eager twin was quick to push. Those soft lips eagerly gripped and sucked, and the firm contact of a leg around her nape convinced her attempting to pull away was more effort than it was worth. Instead, she pressed into the kiss, allowing herself for the better part of a minute to get lost in the nostalgic taboo of this embrace. Flitter desperately drank deep of the spicy flavour she'd been craving all day and her sibling luxuriated in the sweet vanilla kisses she received in turn.

It was only after the initial surge of Flitter's passion faded that her twin placed a hoof below her neck and gave her an insistent shove away. It wasn't quite enough to force her to retreat, but she did break the kiss and draw away just enough to get a better picture of Cloudchaser's face. There she found that familiar annoyed leer, and that small but distinct tug of amusement at the corners of her mouth.

"So that's what this was about? Why you were pestering me in front of everyone?" Cloudchaser snorted in irritation, but the heat in her voice clearly wasn't from anger.

"Yes," Flitter immediately admitted, but when she tried to move in for another kiss, the other mare's hoof blocked her. Flitter diverted downwards, finding the soft fur of Cloudchaser's neck and giving it a few penitent kisses instead. She felt that same hoof on her mane, undecided on whether to try and fend her off or draw her closer still.

"Jeeze, Flitter. Couldn't this wait until we got home?" The annoyance in her voice and her stance waned as the named pony nestled and sucked at her neck, the exhilaration of the situation starting to stimulate her thrill-seeking propensity. She added, breathily, "Right out here in the open?"

"Like our first time," her counterpart reminded her, meeting her eyes from below with that wide, begging stare the older sibling could never refuse. A quiet moment passed in contemplation, leaving the pair with only the meditative sounds of the wind caressing the leaves and their soft, excited panting.

"... Well, you could've picked a worse spot," Cloudchaser answered at last, her voice piercing the quiet in a brief bout of husky laughter. "Let's just try and finish up qui--" Her sibling was a step ahead, cutting her reminder short with another abrupt, desperate kiss. This time, there was neither hesitation nor resistance, and her muzzle pressed and grappled with equal ferocity.

The pair of pretty pegasi pushed together, the near-matching hues of their lips gripping and pulling, sometimes aggressively, sometimes tenderly, but never breaking. Each goaded the other, at first teasingly withdrawing or softly nipping, but this skirmishing rapidly elevated as their passions built. It was Cloudchaser who first teased at the other's lip with the tip of her tongue, and then it was seconds before they were vying between one another, slick and hot and very wet.

As they went, Cloudchaser managed, somewhat awkwardly, to tease her sibling's poorly tied bow loose with her hoof. The pink of the ribbon slipped and fluttered from that long, messy mane to the forest floor below, and this simple sensation seemed to prompt something in the moments-younger mare. Flitter pushed, fierce and frantic, and the pair, wedged snug front to front, suddenly reared together. Cloudchaser gasped as she felt their lips part, and her vision spun as she toppled onto her back amidst the grass and ferns.

One sibling glared up at the other in obvious surprise; it was easy for Cloudchaser to forget just how much strength her dainty sister could muster when it was called for. Flitter giggled at the look as she took a step nearer while the other pegasus rolled her eyes. Their gazes met for a moment before Flitter's eyes inevitably began to travel down the trim, athletic build of her twin's prone form. Cloudchaser stiffened a bit at that hungry leer, but she quickly adjusted her position for the other's benefit. To be on one's back was an awkward and vulnerable thing for a pony, and a winged one especially, but the athlete maintained it with confidence. Exercise-sculpted hind legs jutted upwards, and with a subtle flex in the calves and thighs, they spread invitingly to either side, allowing the visual tour to continue unhindered. She briefly lingered on the sight of that slender tummy rising and falling to the time of the mare's quickened breaths, but finally moved on, her own breath racing in anticipation.

At last her eyes fell upon their hours-awaited destination. The familiar shade of Cloudchaser's coat, nearly identical to her own, parted in deference to the deep purple of her exposed sex. The velvety flesh looked near black in the shade of the trees, but the substantial beads of excitement clinging to her cleft were clear to see. Flitter's mouth watered as she drew up nearer.

"Haah… Jeeze, Flitter, you've been walking around like that all day?" Cloudchaser husked, catching sight of her sibling's state. Flitter's own sex was on full display, its dark purple silhouette a perfect match in hue to her twin's, but its form could not be more different. Of healthy length but somewhat slender, the dark colouration of that masculine member and its hanging orbs juxtaposed it all the more intensely with the mare's soft, girlish physique and features. Cloudchaser's breath hitched at the sight, her legs subconsciously spreading that little bit wider as she watched a single long drop of Flitter's need drip onto the forest floor.

"You can skip the warmup," Cloudchaser murmured heatedly as her twin's face dropped between her legs, but she received only a feral leer in reply. Her attempts to further convince her lusting sister towards expedience were hushed by the sound of her own gasp and the blunt press of a slender snout. The older twin's dusky lips were forcefully parted, hot and wet, around the younger's muzzle and the pegasus wasted no time, her tongue immediately flooding into the breach, sloppy and overeager. Flitter was vindicated by the solid press of the other mare's powerful thighs squeezing her cheeks, and drank deep the scent with her every excited huff, the same notes she remembered from their childhood now overpowered by another: need. The pair moaned together, and Flitter was the louder of the two. Her eyes rolled as she lost herself in the familiar salty-sweet taste of her sister's now freely dripping flower, her tongue dancing and probing and drooling openly.

Flitter's feeding frenzy was broken only by a pair of stiff pokes at her nose, and she crossed her eyes to find the fat bump of her sibling's clit winking invitingly. She abruptly broke from her oral efforts with a lick of her lips, satisfied that Cloudchaser now needed her nearly as badly as she'd needed Cloudchaser all day. A more pressing hunger asserted itself now, and she slipped further up the prone pegasus' panting form until they were once more muzzle to muzzle. They kissed again as they repositioned, doing their best to align despite the impromptu position they found themselves in, ill-suited as it was to equine anatomy.

Love nonetheless found a way, and one sister quickly found herself looking deep into the depths of the other's identical eyes as they lay against one another, glad to find her lust mirrored there as well. Cloudchaser's forelegs maintained just enough space between them to give her little sister some leverage to work with, while Flitter's own limbs shook and struggled to maintain her weight in the semi-kneeling position. Their breath mixed in a collective gasp as they each felt the other's heat against their sex, and there was a tense pause as Flitter jostled to make sure they were aligned.

The younger drove forward into the elder in single smooth motion, burying herself to the twitching hilt in her lover's sopping, slick hole. Both equines trembled at the distinct sensation of Cloudchaser's snug passage stretching around the throbbing swell of Flitter's corona, and shortly after her medial ring. The older twin kissed at the younger's blushing cheeks as she took a moment to rest and catch her breath, and Cloudchaser's interior gave that old familiar friend a loving squeeze in welcome.

When Flitter did start to move again, it was frantic and shallow, their position permitting her only a couple inches to work with now that they were interlocked. Twin tongues again wrestled and played as they bucked and rocked against each other amidst fallen leaves and moss. They panted and grunted and moaned in an intensely personal duet, straining and sweating together in an inelegant, animal dance beneath the trees. More quickly than either could expect they drove one nearer to their shared crescendo, the tension in their forms winding tighter and tighter in expectation.

Flitter suddenly collapsed on top of Cloudchaser, limp everywhere except inside of her. The day's emotional and physical tolls had finally caught up, robbing her limbs of their strength, and she wheezed and whimpered as she tried futilely to lift herself again. Cloudchaser blinked at her in disbelief for a moment, but catching sight of her sweet sibling's desperate pout as she desperately throbbed inside of her, she smiled reassuringly. Leaning in, she kissed her hopeless little sister on the nose and, in a single strong motion, rolled them both over together.

When Flitter's world had stopped spinning, she was looking up at her twin's smiling, flushed face. Her usually carefully-mussed mane was now genuinely untidy, her white and blue locks heavy with sweat and marked here and there with leaves. Before the younger mare could even begin to catch her breath, the older moved, slamming her lap once, twice down against Flitter's with a pair of damp claps, causing the gasping bottom mare to whimper and arch her back. All the same, she held out, and Cloudchaser leaned down to kiss her as a reward for her stamina.

Cloudchaser reared and moved, all four legs tightly coordinating to turn her in place without so much as breaking the intimate connection she shared with her sister. Taking a moment to ensure she was stable, she tossed her mane and snapped her tail aside to allow Flitter to drink in the full view. Flitter gasped shakily as her vision followed the natural course down, starting from the bump of her sister's dock flagging amidst her light hair, briefly mounting the dark, pronounced ring of her ass, before coming to settle on the final vista that was the messy meeting of their matched, familial flesh. Near-black netherlips stretched accommodatingly and gripped greedily around their paired pole, and the exhausted pegasus swallowed at the sight of a single thick bead of her counterpart's honey descending the dusky pillar.

The older sister turned her head to observe the younger from the edge of her vision, and laughed breathily at the dazed, delighted expression she found. Without warning or mercy, she pressed hard down against Flitter's base, rocking her hips side to side, grinding against and wetly spreading her delight over her twin's crotch. At last sculpted legs bent low, tensing and flexing, and she started to ride her sweet sibling in earnest, the sloppy percussion of their coitus echoing into the quiet wood.

Several times, Flitter's whole body tautened, her back arched and her voice raised into a high squeak or a low moan, only for Cloudchaser to stop just short of her climax. The first two times it happened, she thought it happenstance, that they were off tempo or that Cloudchaser had paused to rest. It was only when the younger twin spotted the amused glint in her older sister's violet gaze, and the tight smirk that accompanied it, that she figured it out. Cloudchaser was drawing it out purely to tease her, even as she herself trembled and gripped around her, as she winked vigorously against the base of her shaft, so clearly poised at the brink of her peak. After every embarrassment, her day's-long longing, her frustration and her anxiety, her own sister was bullying her!

Flitter moved in a flash, angry strength surging into her limbs. With the aid of her wings, she rolled suddenly forward and upwards, her front crashing down against Cloudchaser's back. Her cock popped free in the chaotic switch, twitching and flexing in the comparative cold of the open air, and she gave an irate whinny as she struggled to jam it back where it belonged. Her dripping, blunt head glanced off of her sibling's slippery mound several times in her exertion. Cloudchaser's voice came in a snatch of manic giggles at the sensation, but her laughter rose into a long moan as Flitter suddenly found her mark, slamming home with enough force to send a ripple through Cloudchaser's toned ass.

Unsatisfied merely with the desperate purchase of her legs holding her twin in place, Flitter lunged, biting into Cloudchaser's mane with a feral nicker. Her grip asserted, she hammered mercilessly away at the mare beneath her. The ceaseless staccato of their bodies crashing together gradually forced Cloudchaser's trembling limbs to bend as each penetrating spike of pleasure robbed the strength from them until she was being pushed and ground into the dirt. Flitter snorted in satisfaction as she heard her twin sister whimper and felt how she tensed and shook below and around her more and more intensely. All at once, that dripping wet valley contracted around her, constricting her length so fiercely that she nearly couldn't draw back far enough to keep plowing away at it. She felt the frantic prod-prod-prod of her partner's overstimulated nub frantically winking its submission, and a liquid, hot splash against the pressing, clapping surface of her balls.

Her mate was cumming. Her sister was cumming. She was making her sister cum!

She came, too. Violently forcing her flare home through the stiff resistance of her sibling's quivering quim, she hilted hard, finally emptying all of her day's frustrations deep inside of her sister in thick, hot ropes. Thoroughly locked in place by the velvety vice of Cloudchaser's cunt clamping around her swollen crown, she was left ineffectually rocking and spasming in an instinctual attempt at wedging herself deeper. Flitter's moaned, muffled into the other mare's messy hair, and Cloudchaser's own voice joined with it in a carnal harmony. The twins came on and on together, each minute movement coaxing the other's climax that one step further. Flitter's heart and mind raced in tandem. It had all been worth it! The wait, the anxious arousal, even

"Found 'em!"

Both twins' heads frantically shot around to look at the source of the voice. Standing not more than ten feet away, Blossomforth's familiar face and brightly striped mane was peeking up over a thick, feathery fern. She looked back at them in turn, confused, "Are you guys… Fighting?"

Panicked, Flitter immediately tried to dismount her still shivering sister, only to find herself still stuck fast. The pair wrestled frantically for something like ten seconds, and during the ensuing struggle, Thunderlane stepped into sight. "Fighting?"

The stallion arrived just in time for Flitter's still flared phallus to slip free with an audible 'pop!' She struggled to keep her balance before toppling clumsily onto her side. Her legs crossed protectively in front of her proudly erect length, not nearly soon enough to conceal it, and she stared at the pair of interlopers in disbelief. Her wings were unsure of whether to reinforce the impossible attempt at concealing her vulnerable, still-dripping shaft, or to try to cover her face in the hopes that the others would go away.

"Yep, fighting! Just… Just a normal sibling tiff, nothing to worry about!" Cloudchaser attempted to explain away the situation, even as a thick bead of sweat ran down her cheek, and viscous, white evidence to the contrary rolled down one of her thighs.

Understanding bloomed on Blossom's face. "Wait," she started, stunned, "you guys are boning?" Her hanging mouth drew momentarily into a pinched 'o', and then she gawked again. "And Flitter has a bone?" Another painful beat passed in silence, long enough for the white mare to blink her eyes twice. "Wait, Flitter's a colt?!"

Flitter squeaked, finally deciding to shield her burning features with her feathers so at least her former friends wouldn't see her crying when the laughing started. Seeing that her sister was completely petrified, Cloudchaser took a single long breath and stepped forward to her defense. She placed a reassuring hoof on Flitter's mane, where her bow was usually tied.

"She's a mare. Just… With a penis," she explained bluntly.

"Oh." Blossomforth looked between the twins. "And--"

"And we're boning, yes," Cloudchaser replied, plainly, despite the deep red of her cheeks and the subtle shake in her voice.

"Huh." Blossomforth's prying gaze was only drawn away by the sound of a muffled, fleshy thump beside her. She and Cloudchaser both looked at Thunderlane. His entire wingspan was currently extended downward in an attempt to hide the source of the noise. He cleared his throat.

"We, uh, got a blanket set up," He informed the sisters uneasily. He at least had the willpower to try to pretend he was looking somewhere else.

"Just give us a few minutes to get cleaned up and we can hang out, maybe chat a bit." Cloudchaser failed to look him in the eye. "Cool?"

"Cool," he confirmed.

"Cool," she said.

It took a nudge from one of Thunderlane's heavy hooves to pull Blossomforth's attention from where it had come to rest, peering curious and confused and concerned at the still silent Flitter. "C'mon Blossomforth, let's wait back at the picnic."

Blossom's big blue eyes only left them once she'd followed Thunderlane back off through the trees. It was only then that Cloudchaser heaved a huge, exhausted groan and finally allowed her shaking legs to collapse.