Go With the Flow

Flowing had been through many a maritime storm, but she’d never seen one the way she did with Star, atop that lighthouse in the middle of nowhere.

As it turned out, the lighthouse had been a little more stocked than either of them had anticipated. A working propane stove and some freeze-dried tea-leaves combined to provide the two of them with a cup of steaming tea each, which they had taken to the top of the tower as the rain began to come down in violent torrents, dragging itself down the glass walls surrounding them.

The ocean suddenly became harder to see through the vicious shower. Her angler light replaced the role of the silent lighthouse, casting just enough light to keep the tired lines of Star Point’s handsome face visible to her. She leaned her head against his, and the two sat under an itchy old woolen blanket they’d pilfered from the lighthouse keeper’s bed cot.

“Y’know...” Star Point had mused out, one hoof on her back, and the other hooked around the handle of his mug. “Would you tease me if I said I... Kinda always wondered if I’d wind up on an adventure like this?”

Flowing chuckled. “Heh. The temptation is there, Starry, but I’d be a hypocrite. It’s certainly been... A thrilling few hours. That’s for certain.”

“I kinda like it.”

Flowing blinked, peering over at him. “You what?”

“Sorry, sorry! Not... Shoot, that sounds...” he drew his hoof from her back to face hoof. “Stupid, considering we’re in danger...”

“Honestly?” Flowing smirked. “I didn’t wanna be the first to say it. But yeah... It’s... Making me feel kinda like I’m in some cool story or something.”

“Heh, well. I fear I might not be the spitting image of a swashbuckling hero, fair maiden of the seas.”

“Yes, yes. And I, spitting image of the regality and majesty of the open waves.” Flowing did a faux-swoon.

“The pie-stealing, french-fry gobbling daughter of Neptune herself,” Star said it with utmost earnestness and, to his credit, almost, (almost!) managed not to crack a smile at the end. “You did amazing, by the way. Did I say that already?”

“You did.”

“Well, I’m saying it again. Saved my bloody life. Saved us both. Swam like a gods damned motorboat.Managed to look sweet and sexy while doing it all. I knew my marefriend was impressive, but gods...”

“Mmm...” she smiled warmly. She curled her tail around his body, pulling him tighter. “I knew my coltfriend was brave, but standing up to the Storm King’s army for little ol’ me?” She smiled a devious smile, enough that her incisors were visible. She rested a fin on his belly, and pulled herself so that she was ontop of him. “You rode me pretty well back there, too.”

“Not the best circumstance I’d want to do so.”

She laughed. “Maybe not. Maybe not...” Her fin fell a little lower. “But how about now?”

She saw Star Point gulp. His eyes were looking back up at her, all widened and flustered in that adorable way of his. He must have seen something beautiful there, against the backdrops of streaking rain and rumbling thunder, because he wrapped both of his hooves around her head and kissed her on the lips.

Their saliva kept them connected even as he drew his head back. “Now, Flowing?” He didn’t look offended, more... Confused.

She nodded. “Gonna be blunt with you, Starry. Y’know that sappy nonsense you told me on the beach? ‘bout protecting me, no matter what? The way you looked that evil mare right in the eye when you told her off?”

Star Point blushed, and nodded.

“It really turned me on to you. I’ve known all along that we were special. I can’t believe you’re still finding fresh ways to show me that.”

She laid herself down on top of him, nestled in close with the blanket over her scaly back. From her position laying above him, she could feel his sheath against her upper-tail, his member prodding out ever so slightly as it felt her own slit stroking against his lower body.

They couldn’t have asked for a better backdrop. The storm was still technically raging, of course. Somehow, that only made it better. It made it… tense. Thrilling. It reinforced the entire idea in Flowing’s head that it was the two of them against the ocean, the world at large. Atop the lighthouse, surrounded on all sides by the vast inky expanse of nothing, she felt utterly exposed but entirely protected.

She took a moment to simply lay there, with her tail-fin prodding out of the blanket and resting upon the cool glass of the lighthouse. Star Point let out an adorably gentle gasp, as the motion of Flowing’s muscles relaxing brought her sex closer to his own. A little twitch, and she could feel his hardening length against her scales. She closed her eyes peacefully and nudged her neck against his.

“Love you, Starry.”

She spoke it softly and lovingly into his ear, and the moment he felt her breath against the sensitive hairs within, his cock eased further out of his sheath, the tip gliding smoothly into her slit already in expectant position. They’d laid this way what seemed like a hundred times, on the beaches of Herring Harbour, yet this time it felt far more… thrilling, and exotic. Flowing figured it was the backdrop, the pattering of the rain, the strange surroundings enveloping them, the excitement and fear and adventure of the previous day…

If Flowing had had lower limbs besides her tail, she figured it probably might have been easier for her to have bounced herself upon Star’s cock. Yet she had her own ways, and she knew that once Star was at his full length, she wouldn’t have to do much showmanship to get his hard dick into her tight slit.

She rested her fins on either side of his upper shoulders, essentially pinning him to the lighthouse. The gesture alone eased his dick to nearly full-mast, but Flowing checked just to make sure he was on the same page mentally as he was physically.

Eyes half-closed. A loving, blissful smile, that grew when her eyes looked down upon him. A look of complete trust and belonging that they fuelled in each other…

She eased herself down onto him, letting out a ragged gasp, as his cock slid into her. He responded in kind with a pleasured sigh, letting his head rest on the floor of the lighthouse, while Flowing worked her magic. She curled both of her front fins around his neck, gently but firmly, and used them as leverage while she lifted herself up and then eased her tail back downwards again, driving his cock deeper and deeper into her with each thrust. It was a little awkward at first, but eventually she found a rhythm that worked for her and, judging by Star Point’s gasping breathing and occasional moans, she figured it was working for him, too.

Up and down, she took him a little deeper with each push. It always amazed her how, despite their interspecies differences, they seemed so made for each other, sexually speaking. Starry had told her (and she had seen herself, though she hadn’t been peaking!) where mares on land kept their genitals. It made sense, it seemed convenient, and if she had rear limbs she probably would’ve put her slit around the same area. She didn’t though…her own sex was located right on her tail’s underside, a thin, barely visible slit that, unless she was horny and it was winking like no tomorrow, most stallions probably wouldn’t have even paid much attention to.

She liked winking it for Star Point, though, sometimes. When he was watching her swim from the deck of his ship, she’d lay on her back just to taunt him. Or, when he was talking to his fisherpony allies on the dock, and she was juuuuust out of view of them but not him…

The point was, as she slide Star’s length into her, she felt like they’d been made for eachother. It’d be hard going back to fucking a seapony like her, unless they were really well endowed. Star Point claimed he wasn’t, but Flowing figured he was just being modest.

“Ahh, Flow…” Star sighed blissfully. A hoof touched her face, weaved against her headcrest, and then between her ears. His cock throbbed excitedly, she could feel it growing within her, and then she was drawing herself up, and then gliding back down again, making it as far as the medial ring around Star’s cock, which stopped her from gliding any further without a bit more effort.

She didn’t want to, quite yet. She was just easing him into things, and loosening herself up. Take it slow, both get excited, and above all else, enjoy the moment. Their hot, excited breathing had begun to fog up the panes of glass streaked wet with pouring rain. They admired each other’s beauty through the flaring flashes of distant lightning, the rumbling thunder never loud enough to drown out each other’s moans.

She gave his ear a little nip. Mischievous, devilish. Like a wild, untamed sea monster. It was a role Flowing fond herself… fond of playing. Moreso, when she realized the reaction Star would have to it.

Oh, sure. The sweethearted earth pony had been confused at first. It had taken some prodding from Flowing to get him to take on the more dominant role she wanted him to...

But when he did, it made for some of the most exhilarating sex of her life.

For an evening, she ceased being Flowing Sands, the bubbly, friendly, adventurous seapony. In their little scenario Star cultivated with lewd words whispered in her ear, she became a wild, devious Siren. A fiend of the seas, in need of control, of punishment, of a firm and strong stallion to tame her and put her in her place.

And gods, did she love it when Star took on that role. It was fulfilling enough to see her normally shy and meek partner ease seamlessly into that of a dominant one. She could tell Star found some comfort and relief in the extra bit of trust Flowing had given to him. Sure, he stopped every couple of minutes to sheepishly ask if some growled remark was ‘too far’ or if Flowing was 'still into it.’ And most of the time, she’d nibble on his ear, or pull him closer, and exclaim that ‘yes, silly, she was having the time of her life.’

Star smirked at the little ear nibble. His hooves wrapped around her tail, and pulled inwards, pulling Flowing up into his sex, spreading her slit open widely and suddenly. She gasped out, her breath fogging up the rain-soaked glass of the lighthouse. But Star did not let up. He kept gripping her tail, pulling her sex down onto his member.

Then, with both hooves still wrapped around her tail, he turned her over. With that earth pony strength of his, he did not even miss a beat. He twisted her body around, laying her flat on the floor of the lighthouse with his length still deep inside of her.

“Ready, love?” he cooed out, stroking her headcrest again. Playfully prodding at her angler light, which seemed to be growing brighter as her excitement grew.

“Sirens yes. Take me, Starry.”

He smirked, and then began to buck his hips. Starting slowly, a pushing his length deep into her, but pulling out after a few inches. And again... A few inches in, and then drawing out, a little deeper but still taking his sweet time spreading her sex open. On and on this continued, Flowing filling the silence with her excited gasps, both as he thrust into her, and while she waited with bated breath. He was taking his time, savouring the sounds of her uneasy breathing, bracing and waiting and desiring the warm feeling of his throbbing shaft inside of her.

Finally, she felt the prodding of his menial ring on her sex. It lingered there, pushing against it without entering... and then slowly, Star eased it back out. She felt the head of his cock leave her slit, a gasping breath leaving her as she felt his warmth vanish.

Seconds passed. She waited, biting a lip, staring up at her stallion, while he looked back down at her, gently stroking her headcrest. Staring into her eyes. He leaned down, and locked his lips around her, and as he did, he pushed his length back inside of her, deeper and deeper, pushing it up to the menial ring and sliding it smoothly into her slit in one complete thrust, the whole while continuing to share his air supply with Flowing.

She moaned into his kiss. Her slit clenched around his length, hugging it tightly, keeping it inside of her. He continued kissing her for several more seconds, and then steadily began to rut her once more.

The abandoned lighthouse was occupied by the sounds of the two lover’s moans and gasps and loving uttering’s of eachother’s names.

Star bucked his hips in a steady rhythm, driving his shaft deep into Flowing’s slit. As tight a fit as it was, it felt heavenly to Star, the way her excited pussy gripped around his length. She was wet, too...he could feel her dampness, and hear the wet squelching sounds as he bucked her, planting both of his hooves down on either side of her arms to keep her pinned down on the lighthouse floor as he did.

Flowing had a blissful smile on her face. Her eyes were glazed over in ecstacy, never leaving Star’s own, taking in every line of his handsome face even as he panted and gasped and drove himself closer and closer to climax with each powerful buck.

He leaned in to kiss her again.

“I’m close, dear...” he whispered into her ear, biting against that fishhook earring of hers and tugging it ever so slightly.

He pulled out of her. She looked back at him down the line of her own chest, biting her lip, a desperate little gasp leaving her as she looked at Star's dripping sex.

“I think my sweet little catch deserves a treat," he cooed out. She nodded her head a few times, causing him to smirk as he rose and sauntered closer to her half-open maw.

Outside of them, the storm raged and thundered and the rain fell in vicious torrents, unnoticed through the burning heat within the lighthouse itself.