In between

An awkward question faced Soarin as he walked down the street with his date, where does he go now? He couldn’t properly escort her home; his injured wing prevented that. Going back to the spot they had met at seemed good. But, Fluttershy seemed to have her own plan. He soon realized that he was following her more that the other way around.

Soon enough, they found themselves at the inn. She had probably wanted to make sure he got back safe. He knew she could fly home in a matter of moments, while it would take him a long while to walk back to the inn, if he had taken her home or even half way.

Finding his door he turned to Fluttershy, she was waiting calmly beside him. “Thank you, for a lovely evening” he said before leaning into a kiss. When he pulled away he could still feel her on his lips and tongue.

Walking into his room he looked back expecting to see her already flying into the distance. Instead she stood just outside the doorway biting her lower lip and regarding him with devouring eyes. He pursed his lips to say something, but before words could form, a yellow blur met him, barreling them both into the bed.

It hurt, it hurt a lot. But he didn’t care. Lips and tongues tangle in urgent passion. Pressed between the soft bed and the gorgeous mare he closed his eyes to revel in every sensation. Her hooves wrap tightly around him as she pulls herself further atop him.

His hooves glided over the dress till they found the soft coat of her flank. His mind buzzed as his hoof wandered back up, eventually coming to rest under the dress, just over her cutie mark; the fabric arrested his hooves from traveling further up. Tracing the tight tendons and muscles of her flank, he dived into another kiss.

They rolled about the bed, lost in passion; hooves attempting to explore the other body. Fluttershy pushed the jacket off his shoulders and started to gently unfasten the vest beneath it, while her teeth combed the fur around his collar. Soarin’s heart rang against his chest as the mare took to undressing him. Running his cheek against her neck he found the trail of buttons on the back of her dress. It took both hooves, but one by one he loosed the bindings; her wings parting just enough to make getting to the last ones easier. The vest and the dress both flew through the air, landing on the chair in the corner.

Panicked energy filled them both as they explored the newly revealed flesh. Fluttershy felt Soarin’s growing arousal. A movement of her wing and she levered herself on top of Soarin. Pausing a moment for a kiss before tracing the lines of his body as she sat up; straddling the stallion. She rolled her hips, grinding her slick sex against the base of his phallus, grinning as she watched his eyes follow her every move. His forelegs drifted up and firmly traced her hip and flank, occasionally grazing her nipples, causing her to breathe sharply. With one hoof she worked the little areas on his barrel where she knew tender nerves and muscles laid. With the other she made little circles just under the head of his shaft. All the while she ground herself against him, her wetness slicking her lover’s lap.

The teasing sent Soarin writhing. Caught between wanting more and being overstimulated, he was helpless beneath her attention. The hoof of a trained masseuse pressed the muscles of his barrel in delicious ways that danced the line between pleasure and pain. While the tiny motions that she was working against his flaring head and the skin below, numbed his mind with pleasure. She held him on the edge until his whole body screamed for release.. He feared she was going to push him over the edge before he could return the attention. But, just as he was about to protest she ceased, the vacuum of sensation was jarring. He eyes finding their focus again was greeted with a divine smile as she bent down so as their lips again met.

For a long while she laid atop him, both caressing the other in long tender motions; allowing the tension and pain for release slowly melt away. After a time she slid high upon his chest, he playfully nipped at her barrel as she rose until her mounds found his tip. The warmth of her wet sex sent Soarin’s eyes into the back of his head as she took him into her. Once rested upon the hilt she relaxed back upon his chest and let their lips again entangle.

Ensnared in each others wandering grasp, Fluttershy slowly began to sit up. Prompting her lover to follow her until he was sitting upright, with her in his lap. She wrapped all four legs around him, pulling both hips and muzzles tight together. Soarin’s forehooves quickly found her wings and began doting attention upon them. He throbbed hard within her, clutching at the stallion she rolled her hips around him, grinding her little button of pleasure against his pubic ridge.

Soarin’s mind went white as the mare took her pleasure on him. Her hooves were still, now; content to press the two of them as tight as possible. Her inner walls clutched at his stallionhood in waves. It was minimal stimulation that did not threaten to sent him to climax quickly. But, the earlier foreplay had him already one edge. It would not take much to make up the distance. He worked the intimate aspects of her wings as they wandered from kissing to nibbling on each other.

Slowly her little noises became more frequent and urgent, until long trembling moans escaped her. Her nibbles turned int a bit onto his neck as her whole body shook and her sweet voice echoed pleasure into his ear. His phallus was assaulted with sensations as the hot flesh around it pulled and writhed. His lover’s bliss and the sudden stimulation sent him over the edge along with her. Two voices called out, entwining the noise of ecstasy. His long held tension shattered as he throbbed within her, each pulse invoking a new gasp or moan from his lover.

Their strength left them with the shared release and they toppled sidelong onto the bed. Simply holding the other was the most comforting thing in the world to both. Some time passed and they disentangled themselves just enough to climb beneath the sheets. Without a word they found themselves again in the others embrace, though calm this time. Sleep found them quickly as it will with new lovers, freshly exhausted from love play.