They lied on a cold metal floor. Behind them a robust blast door closed with a clank and loud hiss, pressuring the vessel.
She was sitting atop of him. Somehow it always was coming to this. She, atop of him, with or without some debris involved.
In a flickering light of the ship’s magical machinery her facial expression seemed to constantly change between the shades of confusion.
Time Turner noticed he still holds her hand in a tight grip.
“Derpy, for Celestia’s sake! Was it absolutely necessary to do this?” He exhaled, huffing and trying to even his breath, frantic after a long gallop.
Derpy’s eyes moved, seemingly focusing on two different spots, which meant she was looking directly at him.
A thing he knew for certain by experience.
“I’m sorry, OK?” Her wings faltered slightly behind her back.
“Those flat rocks were so colorful and pretty, I wanted to take some for Dinky. I don’t know what went wrong.”
Time Turner sighed.
“Those were not flat rocks. Those were eggshells. Somebody looted the nest of a giant flying reptiles and they were on their way back just to find us in the ruins of their homestead! How do you think they were going to react? I asked you not to wander around, didn’t I?”
“I’m sorry,” she repeated, lowering her head. A forelock of her blond mane fell onto her face.
Time Turner absentmindedly raised his hand to move the hair away and stopped, distracted, admiring her adorable face; her neat aerodynamic snout, cute upright ears, large expressive eyes, slant but beautiful in their own special way.
Carefully, with fondness evident, he traced her cheek with his fingers remembering how he was deathly afraid for her a couple dozens of moments ago.
A strong wave of affection took him by surprise. He felt with a perfect clarity, just how much he cherishes her. He absolutely needed to do something. Something to prove, for her and for himself, that she's here, that she's dear and that everything is alright.
Time Turner leaned forward, his own, much more robust stallion snout almost touching the mare’s one.
Derpy lowered herself towards him, nosebumping.
“Kiss me, dummy,” she whispered. Was she thinking the same?
Time Turner licked Derpy's lips, still tasting like the morning cup of chocolate, inhaling her warm breath with his flaring nostrils. She opened her mouth and their tongues intertwined together, as well as their fingers, because he still didn’t let go of her hand. After a couple of minutes he broke the kiss to take a breath, and Derpy licked him in the face. He nuzzled her and started softly nibbling on her neck.
Derpy grunted. She raised her hand, holding his, and placed his palm under her shirt. Her silky warm fur felt delightful against his fingers. One by one, he tenderly cupped and stroked her breasts, firm and medium sized, which meant large for the winged tribe. Her nipples slowly hardened, while he circled areolas of her nipples, slightly brushing the delicate nubs of flesh in the center with nail of his finger. Derpy leaned onto his hand, flexing her back.
"Mmmmmmm, I love this," she exhaled into his ear.
As she was seated on his leg, Time Turner felt an unambiguous warm wetness between her thighs. She was excited.
His own cock also threatened to break his pants at this point.
"Should we-" he began to say, and she nodded vigorously.
Derpy leaned back and pulled her shirt off, lingering a bit on getting her wings out through the cutout. Time Turner sat up, quickly getting rid of his jacket and his own shirt. She immediately hugged him and he responded in kind, pressing her closer. Her wings unfolded in excitement and he caressed them for a bit, fondling her soft feathers and scratching the place where wing was attached to her back. Derpy giggled. She unfastened the side knot on her skirt and threw the entirety of it off, remaining only in her plain white panties, that sported a prominent dark wet spot right around where her pussy was.
The mare raised to her legs to take them off as well, but Time Turner was faster. He reached with his muzzle, grabbed the white piece of cotton by his teeth and pulled it down.
“Haha, wow!” Derpy murmured, now standing completely naked in front of him.
Time Turner ogled her.
Derpy was a pretty mare, for sure. Athletic, but overtaken by the chub just enough to seem pleasantly plush. With C cup breasts leaning to the larger side of the range. Her tummy, while wasn’t sporting a six pack, was evidently toned. Her large gray wings were proudly standing above he shoulders.
Between the enticing wide hips and meaty trained thighs resided her picturesque neat vulva; dark plump pussylips were already oozing with a viscous natural lubricant, twitching, making her clitoris wink at bewitched Time Turner.
He wanted to grab her ass and plant his face right between her thighs, but the mare caught him by the shoulders and pulled him up.
“No, stick it in!” She exclaimed, impulsive as ever, her tone and expression pouty. “Please, I want you inside me. Like, right now!”
The stallion obliged. He quickly got rid of his pants. Taking a step up close he planted his one palm on her waist, while his other hand run greedily over her muscular thigh. Derpy raised her leg, pressed it tight against his side and he grabbed her under the knee.
His cock was already standing at attention, bumping her belly. Derpy reached with her hand, grabbed it, rubbing against her entrance and then plugged inside.
Time Turner grunted, as her hot and moist folds devoured his pole. Still holding her leg he pulled her towards himself, impaling the mare further. Derpy hugged him tightly and they kissed again, with even more greed. She sucked his tongue in and didn't even flinch when their front teeth clashed.
He plowed her, frantically moving between her thighs and she met his every thrust with a full force, swinging her hips.
Her pussy was contracting rhythmically, milking him. Time turner felt he's already close, but the sheer joy and passion of this bonding moment made him want to endure as long as possible. But the heavenly delight of the pegasus pussy made his efforts harder with every new second.
When he felt he can't hold for even a moment more, Derpy suddenly pushed him with all her mass, making him fall on his back. A mighty swing of her gray wings and her tight hug ensured that he landed as softly as a feather, though.
Once again, Derpy was atop of him. The blonde mare grabbed him by the shoulders, raised her rear as high as she could without him slipping out of her and powerfully brought herself down, like a pile driver.
He wasn't sure, through the dazzling coctail of sensations, but he thought he felt like his cockhead hit her womb. That was too much for a stallion. He let out a loud hoarse roar, grasped her hips and flooded her with his seed.
Derpy's pussy became even more snug, contracting in delight. She arched her back, her wings unfolded into their full span, her face full of triumphant smile.
Then she collapsed onto him, breathing heavily. They were lying on the floor, motionless, their fur stained with sweat.
"I love you, Derpy," whispered Time Turner.
"Uh-huh. I love you too," she whispered back. "How do you think, Dinky will be happy to have a little brother or sister?"
"Don't know, but I'll be happy to find out," he answered and licked her salty cheek.
