A Game of Flats

When Aloha had finally finished combing all the fur she could get to, Lola rolled over, hesitating only for a moment to remind herself that the unicorn had already seen her nude plenty of times, and this might have been a totally different situation than the locker room but it was really more private so not a big deal at all, right?

Even her boobs were blushing, it felt like.

Looking up at the unicorn was strange. Everything was strange. Here she was, in only her panties, on a pony bed in a pony world getting ready to do it with a mare—which was the harder barrier to cross, the species barrier or the gender barrier?

Which should be?

Aloha leaned down and touched the brush to her neck, instinct told her to roll away, to protect herself but she was tense and quivering until the curry comb moved on, around her shoulders, around the upswell of her breasts and then it was back again, gentle and delicate. She opened her eyes, expecting to see Aloha’s focus on her boobs or the triangle of fabric between her legs, but it wasn’t. She was looking at her face. Their eyes locked, and Aloha leaned in, nuzzled her nose and then gave her a quick peck before the brush started moving again.

It was taking her forever to get to her breasts, the wait was getting agonizing. Lola finally pushed Aloha’s hoof down, twitching involuntarily as the brush hit a nipple that was hard enough to cut glass.

Even if the brush hadn’t been between them, there was no way that Aloha could enjoy the touch as much as Lola did. Her hoof was hard, insensitive—Lola’d been kicked a few times in the course of the games, she still had bruises and scrapes on her legs and one just below her breast where her enthusiasm had outweighed her wisdom and she’d tried to block a kick in progress.

The ball had missed the goal, so in that regard it was a victory.

The touch of curry comb on her boobs was immediately rewarding; it was a touch she needed; as it got to her belly it was more intimate, not a quick reward but a slow, subtle build. Lola had been holding Aloha’s foreleg in a vice, but she let go long enough to slide her panties down with almost no hesitation as soon as the brush touched the elastic waistband.

Would Aloha abandon the brush? She wanted her to, she could already anticipate the pleasure between her legs as—

No, this was better, a completely different touch of brush on fur, teasing her and getting her closer and closer to the edge as it closed in, thrilling her with anticipation, letting her mind imagine what was going to come next before the brush moved down her thigh, then returned, closer.

The lightest hoof-touch, gone so fast it could have been imagined, and then the unicorn was working her way down to Lola’s feet.

She opened her eyes again and looked down at the unicorn, diligently brushing her shins, a faint glow from around her horn even though she wasn’t using her magic at all, not as far as Lola could tell.

Her feet—she’d forgotten how sensitive they could be. Aloha turned to get a better angle, facing her rump towards Lola, her tail high, her clit a bright pink button against the dark skin of her forbidden flesh.

Lola jerked back as the brush touched her paw-pads.

“Sorry—does that hurt?”

“It’s, I wasn’t expecting it.” Her throat was dry, her voice husky. “Come back up here, you’re too far away.”

Aloha did a careful three-legged hop-walk back up and settled down beside the bunny, pressed up against her side. She lifted her forehoof and pulled the curry brush off, then set it down on the bed. “Do you feel more relaxed?”

“I don’t know how I feel.” Relaxed and yet completely wound up, it felt like every nerve on her skin had been stimulated—almost every nerve; the ones between her legs had been frustratingly missed.

So far.

“Your horn was glowing, were you doing something with your magic?”

“I was happy, sometimes it glows when I’m happy.” She leaned in and brushed her muzzle against Lola’s nose, then their lips touched.

As their tongues danced together, Lola ran her hand along the unicorn’s side, pulling her into a one-armed hug. When they finally broke contact, she was ready.

Aloha went for her throat first, gentle pecks down to her collarbone, along her breastbone, the fur on her cheeks already teasing her breasts—the touch with the comb hadn’t been enough, it had been the merest promise of what was to come.

Lola whined as Aloha worked her way further down—she wanted her down there, too.

And then the unicorn came back, kissing her way up again, this time booping her nose against a breast, her muzzle unbelievably soft and delicate, her breath hot, her touch both firm and feather-soft, a sensation that Lola had never felt before. It was almost anti-climatic when Aloha’s lips brushed against a nipple and then her tongue—those, at least, were known quantities.

Except they weren’t, because her lips and her tongue were far more talented than any Lola had ever known previously. The mouth that could hold a brush while talking, or gently pluck an anti-magic ring out of her fingers had far more skill than her own stupid lips. Every time she found a good spot she’d focus in on it, sending the bunny writhing under her.

Some girls had said that they could get off with just nipple play, a claim which Lola had doubted.

She had been wrong.

She was close, and then she felt a pressure on her other breast–a hoof, firm and unyielding, cool and refreshing, and then she felt an unexpected sensation, an electrical jolt that set her nerves alight–a magenta glow as the unicorn wrapped her boob in her field.

Now she knew why Aloha had been saving her magic.

Besides the electrical feel, it was a totally different sensation. It had more finesse than even her lips and tongue, since it wasn’t hindered by a physical body. Yet at the same time, it wasn’t as good, because there was no presence behind it.

The closest comparison she could make was between a dildo and an actual dick—they could both do different things, they could both get her off in a different way, and yet at the end of the day only one was real.

Together they could be amazing.

Lola felt the building pressure inside her, wrapped her paw in Aloha’s mane, and cried out in pleasure. She pulled the unicorn into a tight hug—she didn’t want her to stop, but she needed a minute to process what had just happened.

•••

“How can you be that good when you ponies barely have tits?”

“I’m good at learning on the job, I guess.” Aloha leaned up and nuzzled the bunny’s cheek, then rested her hoof against a boob. “Your udders are really nice and fun to play with.”

Aloha kissed her way down Lola’s sternum again, working her way around her boobs, this time leaning far enough across to kiss the other one, her magic once again teasing.

She didn’t stay for long before she was moving down again, kissing to the bunny’s navel, even licking that little button of flesh, then her lips were below, sending a shiver through Lola’s entire body as her head got closer and closer, as she slowed her pace, drawing out the moment yet not pulling her head back—Lola wiggled her butt on the bed, sliding up, her mind insisting that the only reason the pony wasn’t down there yet was because she somehow couldn’t reach.

Aloha pulled back and gave the bunny a quizzical look.

Lola nodded, and she bowed her head again, her muzzle brushing against private fur, the little hairs on her chin giving the barest hint of a touch. She kissed the inside of Lola’s thigh, up so close, and then—

For all the buildup, it still came as a surprise when Aloha’s muzzle finally touched her, jolting her to her core. Never once had a partner been this good, and the unicorn hadn’t even done anything yet. She was about ready to cum just from anticipation.

She clenched her fists on the comforter, her muscles tense as Aloha’s tongue traced her labia, her love-button, shooting waves of pleasure up her.

Her brain protested again. This wasn’t right, she shouldn’t be doing this—she told her brain to shut the fuck up and lost herself as the unicorn’s lips closed around her clit, squeezing and releasing, pushing her to a new plateau even as Aloha released and pushed her tongue inside. Broad, flat, strong, exploring her inner walls even as her nose still brushed against Lola’s clit.

“Holy fuck.” Maybe the unicorn had learned about boobs on the job, but she sure knew her way around a pussy. She was finding nerves not even Lola had discovered before, absolutely annihilating the hapless bunny.

•••

The two were snuggling again, Aloha in her usual place on Lola’s boob. Lola was in what felt like a perpetual state of pleasured numbness, as relaxed as she’d ever been and yet also at a new level of horniness she’d never experienced before.

She was playing with the unicorn’s mane as she came down off her latest orgasm, and it occurred to her that Aloha had been doing all the work—she hadn’t even gotten past second base.

Lola traced her finger around the border of Aloha’s ear. “Hey, roll over.”

“Roll over?”

Lola nodded. “My turn on top.”

•••

She turned to face the other end of the bed, to face Aloha’s tail, and leaned down and kissed the unicorn. Being upside down made it different somehow.

Her ass was facing the dorm room window, and she wondered if pegasi ever peeked into rooms to see what was going on inside. If they did, they’d get quite a show.

Then she forgot about that as she started to rub her paw over Aloha’s belly, as she moved down, her fingers brushing against her udders, this time not hesitating as she reached for nipples—

Lola hadn’t expected Aloha to take advantage of boobs in her face, but of course she would; as she rubbed her thumb against a nipple, she felt Aloha’s lips on hers.

The unicorn reached up with a hoof, pressing against the other, jiggling it—lots more movement when the girls were hanging down. She lost her concentration and then regained it, trying to ignore the already-building pleasure in herself and focus instead on how Aloha was reacting.

She eventually took away the unicorn’s playthings, working her way down Aloha’s belly until she was face-to-face with her teats.

Lola was still regarding them, her fingers still kneading a nipple, when Aloha stuck her nose under the bunny’s tail.

Lola leaned down and started kissing and licking Aloha’s udders. They did feel like very small boobs, she decided. Structurally, about the same, but there was more muscle and less fat.

Even scrunching them together with her hands didn’t give the mare any noticeable cleavage. Not that there was any point in her having it; nobody would see anything.

Aloha hadn’t started using her tongue yet—she couldn’t reach. That was fine with Lola, she could concentrate better when she only had one thing to focus on.

Well, two things at the moment, but it would soon only be one thing. She scooted forward, leaving hand resting on Aloha’s udder, crossing the final gulf. Making out with a pony was different in a lot of ways, but it was kind of similar to making out with a non-pony. Kissing was the same if it was a boy or a girl, her teats were more guy-like than girl-like, and, in principle at least, getting eaten out was more or less the same no matter who was down there. At least she could tell herself that, the inner id who had been conditioned to accept only certain kinds of bedroom activities.

This was different.

This was new.

For the first time, she really looked at Aloha’s genitals—she’d seen them before, gotten a peek under her tail more than once, but she’d never studied them up close, in a situation where it felt okay to look.

Not that Aloha would have cared previously; Lola didn’t have to ask to know that.

Her first epiphany was that she actually didn’t know what her own pussy looked like. Their high school sex-ed book had suggested setting up a mirror and looking, but she never had. That just seemed weird—and she certainly knew what it felt like.

She’d watched some porn, and while she didn’t believe it was all true or representative, between what she’d felt on herself and what she’d seen on the screen, she knew that Aloha’s vagina was very different from her own, at least in the specifics. In a broad sense, it was mostly the same.

Her fingers skirted the edges, touching outside the fur but not her vulva, not her clit—she couldn’t quite bring herself to do it. That one voice in her mind was shouting very loudly, like there was a bear trap in there or something.

It’s okay if it’s with a mare. The whole point of the trip here was to learn new rules, and maybe to unlearn old ones. She moved her finger, feeling around the edges, running her finger over the unicorn’s labia, strange and foreign, not like her own. The little nubbin in the front also felt completely different; it was bigger and stuck out more but it must have been just as sensitive, because she felt Aloha tense under her, and her tongue paused long enough for her to suck in a breath.

She pushed inside, exploring. She wasn’t burned by acid, or caught in a snare; if she closed her eyes it was almost like fingering herself, so long as she only focused on her fingers and nothing else.

And where else should she focus? The playing field was right in front of her, she knew the rules, and now it was time to play the game. Her first step onto a buckball court had been intimidating, hadn’t it? It seemed so long since she’d first stepped into the locker room with Aloha and the rest of the ponies.

Once she knew the borders, knew the good spots, she bent her head down, hesitating one more time before taking the final plunge. Her mind still yammered away in the background; she ignored it as her tongue brushed against Aloha’s clit, as she repositioned herself for a better angle and dove back in.

She’d never tasted herself either; so she couldn’t make a comparison there. Aloha was metallic and grassy, and she had more muscle down there—what felt like a surprising amount of voluntary and involuntary movements.

For a game she’d never played, any movement was good movement. Tuning out the distractions from under her tail was difficult; the unicorn had way more experience at eating pussy, sending Lola off yet again, but what she lacked in experience she made up with enthusiasm and dogged determination.

Aloha’s orgasm had been a long time coming. Lola finally hit the sweet spot—an irresistible combination of fingers and tongue, she felt the unicorn tense up under her then clench around her fingers, trying to pull them in further as she came and then lay panting on the bed.

•••

The two finally collapsed together long after midnight. It had ended much like it had begun; they’d experimented with positions and even the toys that Aloha had—she wasn’t opposed to having a dick in her, so long as it wasn’t attached to a stallion.

She’d cuddled up with her head on Lola’s bare breast, and it wasn’t long before she was asleep. Lola stayed awake, her mind replaying the last few hours and all the places she’d taken Lola that no male ever had—that no male had ever even tried. After they’d gotten the urgent out, they’d talked about what they liked, and Lola had achieved a level of pleasure she never thought was even possible.