Relation Intersections

Whispering Wind was utterly frozen, his eyes wide and staring. Heart Song had repositioned herself on the bench seating in the observation room, laying herself out on her stomach so that her head could slip under and behind Rusty Nail's forelegs and bring her mouth to his softly throbbing erection. Whisper watched with anxiety and embarrassment and no small amount of lustful interest as Heart's head bobbed up and down along the tip of Rusty's cock. The mare's wings had curled around the base of his shaft, her feathers brushing back and forth in time with the motion of her mouth, stimulating every inch of the stallion's erection. She was moaning softly, encouragingly, her eyes shining in the dim light beneath her mane.

Rusty was breathing heavily, his eyes screwed shut as his body tensed and relaxed in ever increasing waves. He reached a hoof down, stroking Heart's mane encouragingly, and the mare responded by speeding up her efforts, her lips and feathers traveling back and forth along the stallion's shaft more and more swiftly. His hips jerked in response, adding his own efforts to the motions, before he gave a sharp, gasping groan, and pressed his length as deep into Heart's mouth as she could take it. The mare moaned happily, slurping and sucking firmly at the throbbing shaft between her lips.

Whisper took a nervous step back as the sudden guilt of having just stood there and watched hit him, and he nearly screamed in startled surprise as his hoof hit the door with a minor thud. Heart's eyes snapped up, meeting his as she froze, staring at Whisper with the end of Rusty's dick still in her mouth. Her expression was one of surprise and a sheepish embarrassment. Rusty however was currently too blissed out from his orgasm to notice anything at all, for what small favor that was.

Whisper didn't stick around at that point, but quickly fled out the door and back to the bathroom, where he locked himself inside the safety and privacy of one of the fancy stalls, and tried to come to terms with the emotional fallout of having just walked in on his best friend getting sucked off. Which would have been enough for him to cope with, but then he had just stood there and watched! And then got caught doing so! And dammit it all, why was he so fucking hard again?

The stallion groaned softly at the gentle ache in his erection, the burning memory of having seen Heart and Rusty like that filling him with a desire even his guilt couldn't overwhelm. He fussed and swore and went on a mostly silent little tirade within the confines of the stall as he berated himself over it, but it didn't make him any less turned on. Finally with a muttered "Fuck it," to himself he just gave in, wrapping a wing around his shaft and closing his eyes.

It was so easy right then to imagine Heart sucking his cock, to fall into the fantasy that he hadn't ever let himself indulge in before. The image of her lovey features, those playfully beautiful eyes staring at him as she slipped his dick into her mouth. The way her lips and tongue would feel against the bare skin of his erection as her head bobbed back and forth. He brought his other wing into play, brushing the feathers against the base of his cock and over his balls, pretending it was Heart playing her wings over him as she had been with Rusty, the sensation sending a quiver of pleasure through him.

Thinking about Rusty for that brief instant sent a pang of guilt through him, but it couldn't slow him down in that moment. He wanted Heart, lusted for her in a way he couldn't just deny and bury anymore, not right now. He wanted her too much, wanted to feel her mouth on his cock, wanted to feel her body against his. He wanted to fuck her, to mount those lovely hips and just rut her until she screamed his name. His imagination brought the desire to life behind his eyes. Heart's invitingly rounded hips with his forelegs wrapped around them, the curve of her ass coming back to firmly slap against his hips each time as he slammed his cock into her over and over. The way she would look back over her shoulder at him, violet eyes full of lust and desire as he pounded away at her, moans and begging whines spilling from her open mouth.

Or maybe instead of looking at him, she would be keeping her mouth busy sucking off Rusty. The thought and the image slipped itself neatly into the fantasy, giving Whisper a brief pause, but then the idea took hold and his wing resumed stroking his cock all the more vigorously. The pleasure running through him jumped sharply at the idea of fucking Heart while she was busy blowing Rusty, the two of them sharing the mare between them. His imagination quickly grabbed hold of the memories of the two stallions and the mare from the sex show, editing himself along with Rusty and Heart into the scene.

There was a sharp burst of pleasure, and Whisper gasped softly as his second orgasm of the evening lit up his mind and body. It was even more intense than the first had been, and left him feeling somewhat light headed. By the time the feeling started to fade, he would find himself leaning against the wall of the stall, feeling drained in body and mind.

That did not last long however. As soon as his mind started to find traction again, it started to fling all manner of questions and accusations at him, a confused anxiety settling in. Just what had that even been? Lust for Heart was one thing, she was an attractive mare who hit a lot of his buttons just right. But what in the world did sharing her with Rusty have going for it that had spiked his arousal so hard? He had never had any sort of attraction towards his friend, or towards any stallion. He'd certainly never had a fantasy in which there had been any other guys besides himself in them.

Whisper stepped out of the stall feeling confused and emotionally disoriented, on top of the slowly building guilt of having given into a sexual daydream about Heart. He should not have done that. Now that he had opened that door once, it would just be all the easier to rationalize doing it again. He shouldn't be letting himself lust after her, not when he couldn't have her, and not while she was with Rusty. It was just going to make things uncomfortable and awkward whenever she was around, which she was with increasing regularity. Honestly, Whisper was surprised Rusty hadn't asked her to move in with them yet. The two of them seemed serious enough for it, and the penthouse apartment Rusty had acquired shortly after making it big had more than enough spare room for a third.

Whisper groaned at the idea as he washed up in the sink. What would he even do if Heart did move in with them, and he had to deal with her being around all the time? How could he possibly keep himself in check with that kind of temptation present constantly? Even worse, what would he do if he ever walked in on them? He wouldn't have been that worried about it before, but he had always imagined that if they were going to have sex, they would be taking sensible precautions like making sure they were alone or at least locking the door. And yet he had just walked in on them fooling around in a semi-public place. Had that been a one time thing, the excitement of the sex show getting the better of them? Or did they do this kind of thing often, and this was just the first time Whisper had caught them at it?

His train of thought, and steps, were yanked up short as he left the bathroom and found Rusty and Heart waiting in the hallway. He froze, everything locking up tight. The only thing apparently still working were his emotions, which ran rampant even as his thoughts blanked. He should say something, he should apologize, or…

“Hey, there you are,” Rusty said brightly, flashing Whisper a casual grin. “You were gone a while, I was starting to get worried about you.”

Whisper blinked, his eyes jerking between Rusty and Heart. The stallion was his normal, cheerfully relaxed self. The mare seemed calm enough, though there was something in her expression, not so much something visible but something felt. There was an awkwardness there, an acknowledgement of what he had caught her doing. And with it, a sense of certain realization that she hadn't told Rusty, that the stallion had no idea that Whisper had seen them. Which brought with it a fresh set of worries, as now Whisper had to decide if it would be worse to have to tell Rusty, or to live with keeping it a secret from him.

"I...I'm fine," Whisper replied after a brief moment, in which Heart averted her eyes. He glanced back to Rusty, and did his best to put on a nonchalant expression. "I guess I missed the end of things, huh?"

"Nah, just the end of the first act, the show's in intermission," Rusty replied easily. "You uh...going to be alright for the next part, or are you spent?" he asked, being unusually tactful, at least by his standards. It still made Whisper blush.

"I think I'd like to stay and see what else they have planned," he insisted. Awkward and uncomfortable though things had gotten, he couldn't deny that the show itself was fascinating to him. Well, he could have denied it, vehemently and at length, but Rusty would have known he was full of shit and called him on it. Bashful though he did get about sex in general, Whisper still had a strong and healthy desire for and interest in it. And in a lot of ways it helped that Rusty knew that already, which was how he had known Whisper would enjoy coming to the venue, even if Whisper would have been too shy to do so alone.

Rusty beamed happily. "Awesome, good to hear. Well if you'll excuse me a moment, I'll be right back," he said brightly, slipping into the bathroom. And once more, leaving Whisper alone with Heart, though the tension in the air between them was far more palpable, and flowed both ways this time.

"...so, I think perhaps we ought to discuss recent events?" Heart asked, her tone hopeful.

"Look, it's...I'm sorry, alright," Whisper said, feeling his face heat up.

Heart gave him a confused look. "And why is it that you are the one apologizing?" she asked curiously.

"Well...well I mean, I did kind of walk in on you and Rusty...you know...in the middle of...doing stuff. I shouldn't have watched you two, that was wrong."

The mare sighed, shaking her head softly. "Oh Whisper. You are so very sweet, I do adore that about you, but you take blame upon yourself far too readily," she told him. "You had every reason to return and to expect not to find us indulging our base desires. The only one who needs to apologize is me. I failed to take your feelings into account, failed to consider how you might feel to catch us as you did. That was selfish of me."

"...seems by that logic, it wouldn't just be you that needs to apologize," Whisper noted awkwardly.

"Yes, well, Rusty does not know we were caught," Heart confessed, giving Whisper a wan smile. "As for his culpability, I did not exactly ask permission before getting started, so perhaps you could forgive him his lapse in considering your feelings?"

Whisper hesitated a moment at that. He briefly considered just how much, or little, spare thought he might have to give to anything if a mare like Heart were to just lean on over and start blowing him. He quickly found it in his heart to forgive Rusty on the matter. "Okay, fair enough," he allowed. "And apology accepted. Still though, I'm sorry I just stood there and watched you for as long as I did."

Heart was silent for a long few seconds, her expression twitching as if giving her response very thorough consideration. "...I accept the apology, however I also feel the need to tell you that it is not required," she said. She hesitated, and then continued with the air of someone second guessing their current choice every step of the way. "While finding you there watching me was very surprising, it was...not unwelcome," she admitted, watching him very closely.

"...wh-what?" Whisper asked in a suddenly small, slightly strangled voice.

Heart shrugged slightly. "Having you watching me giving Rusty oral sex was rather thrilling, the be truthful," she went on with a small smile, even as her body language radiated bashful uncertainty. "I confess, I was actually feeling disappointed when you left so abruptly."

"...what!" Whisper nearly choked.

"Yes, I know, shameless and indecent of me," Heart sighed. "I did not even realize that I had such exhibitionist desires before now. At least, it seems to me that such a fetish would be the most likely reason for my feelings. I might have to give this newly discovered aspect of my sexuality some thought and experimentation."

"...seriously! Where. Did. Rusty. Find you!" Whisper practically wept.

Heart blinked at the outburst, before breaking out into a sudden fit of giggles. She got them under control quickly enough, her eyes shining as she beamed at him.

“I am sorry, but…coffee shop,” she replied mirthfully. “It really was just chance.”

Whisper groaned, but nodded in reluctant acceptance. “So unfair.”

“Poor Whisper. Do not fret, you will find your coffee shop mare eventually. You are kind, fun to be around, and quite attractive,” Heart assured him.

Whisper scoffed lightly. “You’re just saying that…”

“I most certainly am not,” Heart insisted with a light hoof stomp for emphasis, giving the stallion a firm look. “Under different circumstances, I would be glad to have sex with you.”

That sent Whisper for a total loop, his thought process grinding to a halt. He might have stalled out entirely, but his startled surprise turned into a rapid build up of emotional pressure behind the stall out, quickly providing a shove that forced the next few words out before he could even process them.

“You would? But why? And why would you even say that?” he demanded.

“I would. And as I said, you are attractive,” Heart assured him, stepping in close, and laying a wing softly alongside Whisper’s face. “I like you, and want you to be happy. You deserve to know that you are capable of being desired, and that the only things holding you back are your own self-doubts.”

“…oh…” Whisper said in a stunned, uncertain tone. The touch of her wing sent a thrill through him, one that turned into a tight knot of anxiety in his stomach at the feeling of intimacy in the gesture and her proximity. She was so close, and so open, it felt like he could just lean in and capture her lips with his and...

The bathroom door opened, and Whisper jerked himself back with a quick step, his head whipping around towards Rusty as the stallion returned. His heart was hammering in his chest to a nearly painful degree as panic started to sink its claws into him at what he had been thinking of doing in that moment.

"Okay, ready for round two!" Rusty declared brightly, totally and cheerfully oblivious. Whisper shot a worried look at Heart, wondering she had any notion about what he had nearly done, but her subtle smile was giving nothing away.

"We still have many minutes before the end of intermission," the mare pointed out to Rusty.

"Aw, but I'm ready now..." Rusty mocked whined, before shrugging. "Ah well, we can at least go sit down, and see how many of those drinks I ordered we can get on through. Seems a waste to let them just sit there getting warm, but damned if I didn't totally forget about them during the show." He paused, and looked thoughtfully at Whisper. "You okay there bro? You look kind of flustered."

"I...I'm...I was just...me and..." Whisper floundered.

"Oh dear, I think I might have been too forward," Heart sighed, giving both stallions an apologetic look, before turning to Rusty. "I was just trying to raise Whisper's spirits, but I may have come on too strong with my compliments of his positive qualities." She paused, then elaborated as Rusty raised an eyebrow at her. "I told him he was attractive enough to have sex with?" she added with a sheepish quality to her tone.

Rusty blinked at that, and then snorted out a bit of dry laughter. "Okay, yeah, that might have been a bit much for him to hear coming from you," he allowed with a sympathetic grin at Whisper. He pursed his lips thoughtfully. "Well if it helps any, if I was gay, I'd totally have sex with him too."

"...Russ! The fuck dude?" Whisper exclaimed, before groaning as the other stallion burst out laughing. "Dammit Rusty, why would you put those thoughts in my head?"

"Hey, I said 'if'. Come on now, don't make it weird," Rusty laughed.

"Oh, I'm the one making it weird?" Whisper demanded, and was annoyed to find himself having to fight his own mouth to not smile.

"Totally weird. What, if you were gay, you wouldn't sleep with me? I thought we were close bro," Rusty teased.

"Why do you do things like this to me?" Whisper asked, unable to stop the corners of his lips from curling up.

"Because someone has to knock that destructive self-doubt out of you when you forget how cool you are, which is often. Now come on, lets get some drinks down and then watch some more of hot ponies fucking," Rusty insisted, giving Whisper a little push to get him moving.

The rest of the evening, somehow, managed to go much more smoothly. For starters, Heart took the far end seat, putting Rusty in the middle of the group and leaving Whisper feeling much more comfortable with their spacing. The drinks turned out to be very good, and a bit of alcohol went a long way towards easing the tension of his emotions. He didn't get more than buzzed, but it was enough to help him loosen up, stop fretting so much, and just enjoy the show. Which he very much did. Having blown his load twice already certainly helped there, letting him enjoy being enthused and aroused at the sexual entertainment without ending up uncomfortably turned on and in desperate need for relief.

He still had ended up needing to stop by the bathroom again before they left, but he had been in too good a mood by then to be more than a little embarrassed by it. Between three orgasms, the booze, and the emotional roller-coaster the night had been, Whisper had been exhausted by the time the trio had stumbled back to the penthouse. The elevator ride up had seemed unnaturally long, though that might have had something to do with Rusty and Heart, both of whom were rather more sloshed than he was, starting to make out in the corner. He had been too tired to really care beyond watching them go at it for a bit, before doing his best to ignore the pair in favor of focusing on staying awake and upright. From there he had managed to stumble his way through the shared dwelling to his room, and then promptly passed out.

It felt like just an instant later when he was pulled halfway out of sleep, the shifting of the mattress under him bringing Whisper into a hazy in-between of not quite sleep, not quite full wakefulness. He felt a soft, warm presence press up against him, gentle curves flowing over his chest, pressing his back down deeper into the bedding. Hot breath washed over his face as he tried to focus his thoughts. His eyes didn't want to open properly, and his effort to speak produced only a few, incoherent noises. And then soft lips met his in a gentle kiss that still sent a jolt of sensation through him, a pleasure that only left him more addled.

He felt feathers brush his face, a pair of wings that cupped his cheeks and held his head as that mouth kissed him with ever increasing need. The wonderfully feminine form slid more fully on top of him, rubbing across his body in a way to maximize contact, feeling him over thoroughly with her own figure. A tongue slid into his mouth as the kiss deepened, electric tingles of needful pleasure flowing through him.

Whisper groaned into the kiss as he felt a hot, wetly slick softness press against his rapidly swelling erection. His hips jerked, pushing himself needfully against that wonderfully welcoming sensation. The mare on top of him moaned gently, her body shifting, and he gave a shudder of delight as he felt his shaft engulfed by the heat and wetness of her. His cock throbbed happily as he pressed his hips up, sinking himself fully into the pleasurable embrace.

The kiss broke as the the mare sat back, her hooves settling his chest. Whisper’s eyes opened fuzzily, struggling to focus through the weight of his exhaustion. The mare’s hips stirred, sharp bursts of sexual pleasure rocketing through him from the sensation and further sapping what little strength he had in his incoherent, half waking state. It took a lustful moan from the mare, her tone tugging at him with familiarity, to finally divert enough effort and attention from the pleasurable feelings to allow him to force his eyes to open fully and focus.

Heart stared down at Whisper, her violet eyes full of heated lust. Her face was flushed, with desire or drink or both, he couldn’t say. He didn’t have the spare mental facilities to think or consider, only to feel and enjoy. Enjoy watching the way Heart stared at him with longing, the way the curls of her mane bounced as she rode his cock, the way she gasped and moaned softly as his length plunged in and out of her pussy. He could feel the liquid heat of her excitement and desire running down his shaft and dripping onto his balls.

Heart’s back arched, her wings slowly unfurling wider and wider, softly beating the air in time with the bounce of her hips. Her insides squeezed down tight around Whisper’s shaft, his tip flaring in response, trying to push back against the pressure as the pleasure started to peak for both of them. Heart’s head tipped back, her wings stretching wide as she slammed her hips down on his, taking all of his length deeply inside her. Her voice rose in a full throated cry of orgasmic delight.

“OH RUSTY!”

Whisper jerked awake with a start, eyes flashing open as his breath caught in his throat. He coughed, his chest knotted up tight as something inside him seemed to be squeezing his organs together. He coughed again, drawing a shaky breath, the pressure inside him only loosening slightly, reluctantly letting him catch his breath.

“…oh for fuck’s sake,” he groaned in outraged frustration, mentally berating himself. He rolled over, and grumbled as he felt his erection flop onto the mattress. He glowered down at his hard-on. “Dammit, haven't you had enough for one night?” he wheezed angrily at his dick.

He tried to just go back to sleep, but the image of Heart riding him filled his vision the instant his eyes closed, and his cock gave a fitful throb. It ached, though more from use at this point instead of need, but all the same, there was an insistent quality to the feeling that suggested trying to ignore the issue wasn't going to work out any time soon. With a few choice curses, Whisper rolled out of bed and plodded towards the bathroom wearily, just wanting to get this done with and go back to bed.

He paused in the hallway as something clattered on the floor from the living room. He sighed, not really thinking, just reacting as he turned for the doorway, stepping out into the expansive room. It was glass roofed, with hardwood floors and pillars. The furniture was all plush and oversized, built for comfort, with large easy chairs that could readily accommodate two, and a sofa big enough for eight. At the moment though the oversized couch only had to accommodate a pair of individuals, which gave the two of them plenty of spare room to fuck.

Rusty had Heart pinned down on her back as he covered her with his body, the stallion's hips pistoning up and down between the mare’s rear legs in a slow but steady rhythm. He drove deep into her with each thrust, and pulled almost completely out of her on each back-stroke. Their limbs were entwined around each other tightly, their bodies sliding and rubbing together with the motion of their intercourse. Rusty's head was tucked in near the mare's shoulder, between her head and the back of the couch, totally cutting off his view of the rest of the room. Heart however...

The mare's eyes widened as she caught sight of Whisper stepping into the room, and a range of emotions played over her features as he came to a startled halt. There was a brief flash of embarrassment, along with something guilty and apologetic. And yet as he stared at the fornicating couple, Whisper saw Heart's cheeks blossom into a full and lustful blush, the mare biting her lip as she stared back at him. Her gaze dropped between his legs, and her eyes traveled with interest and actual longing across the length of his erection. That look of hers lit a fire in Whisper's stomach, part needful desire and part gut clenching alarm.

He started to back up, trying to leave silently before Rusty noticed he was there. He froze however as Heart's gaze snapped back up to his face with a guilty yet pleading expression, and her lips mouthed a single word, "Stay."

Whisper couldn't help but obey. He was too caught off guard, too startled, and too damned turned on to do anything but stand there and stare. To keep watching as Heart was slowly and deeply fucked. She stared back at him, violet eyes bright with lust, holding his gaze in part, though her eyes kept dropping to his stiff hardness, until he could practically feel her attentions running along its length. It ached, from use still yes, but now also from the building desire. He couldn't help himself, he couldn't just stand there and watch and leave it be. His legs felt numb and tingling from nerves and shame, but none of that stopped him from reaching a wing down, and starting to stroke his feathers softly along his shaft.

Heart gave a sharp, shuddering moan as she watched him touch himself. Her eyes flashed with a wicked delight, her hold on Rusty tightening even as she wrapped a wing around the back of his head. "Oh fuck yes, more," she pleaded, her mouth moaning the words into Rusty's ear, though her gaze remained locked on Whisper a she spoke. Both stallions responded to the request, Rusty's pace picking up speed, while Whisper's grip on his shaft tightened, his wing jerking back and forth more vigorously.

This was so wrong. It was so very, very wrong, but it was also so amazingly hot. His cock was already throbbing with mounting pleasure, and Heart's moans were growing in pitch and volume. "Yes, that's so good, you're making me feel so good," she whined, her gaze hungrily devouring the image of Whisper jerking off to her getting rutted.

Whisper gave a fitful little shudder at the look, at the desire there, her expression bringing back her words from earlier. His mind went over them again and again, about how she would have been willing, in different circumstances, to have sex with him. To let him fuck her like Rusty was now, to take his cock deep inside her. But for a different chance encounter, that could have been him rutting her now, knowing the wonderful pleasure of her body, getting the sate his lust with her pussy instead of with his own wing

"I'm so close, I'm getting so close," Heart gasped, her legs hooking around behind Rusty's hips. "Give it to me. I want it, cum for me, I want you to cum because of me, please," she begged, her eyes locked on Whisper's so intently he couldn't have looked away if he tried. Rusty's pace quickly sped up, hammering himself into her over and over and over in rapid succession, before he slammed into her with a final groaning cry. His hips ground hard into Heart's, little spastic muscle twitches running through him as he emptied his balls into her.

Whisper bit down hard over the gasp that tried to crawl up his throat at Heart's words, the request making his pleasure spike so suddenly it caught him off guard, and he only barely just managed to cup his wing over the end of his cock before he would have spilled out all over the floor. The orgasm soaked his feathers and made him feel dizzy from its intensity, leaving him swaying slightly. He was briefly alarmed that Rusty might hear his heavy, gasping breathing, but then Heart let out a moaning crying of purest orgasmic delight. Her body shook and writhed under Rusty, her eyes rolling back in her head as the pleasure took her.

Whisper watched Heart getting off for a moment, before a burst of sudden fearful anxiety sent him scurrying back into the hall. That had been...it had been so much he could barely consider it all! It had been wrong, and risky, and shameful. To stand there and watch would have been one thing, but to jerk himself off as well. What in the world had possessed him to do that? Sure he had been horny and Heart was hot, but those were hardly excuses for doing something like that effectively behind Rusty's back. The shame and the guilt crushed down on him as he stumbled into the bathroom, locking the door and leaning up against it for support.

Just how was he going to face his friend after this? How was he going to face Heart? This had crossed a line, so much more than just accidentally walking in on them back at the club. He couldn't possibly keep this a secret without it eating away at him. But the mere idea of trying to confess something like this to Rusty made him ready to throw up with nerves.

He clambered into the shower, turning on the water and letting it wash over him without even waiting for it to warm up first, the cold spray not even fazing him in his state. Instead his mind just kept spitting the same question at him over and over again as he washed up in a nearly compulsive fashion, as if trying to get the sense of wrongness to come off with the soap and water.

What was he going to do now...?