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// Story: Growing Up Fast
// Chapter: Movie Time
// Author: darf
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                    "Wow! I can see what Cloudchaser was talking about... you look so strong, Rumble!"
                    "Thanks," Rumble answered, sliding his way along the couch back to his seat. He felt Cloudchaser's wing brush against him again, and this time he gave it a nudge with his own. The shiver along the length of feathers gave him a brief grin before he remembered to hide it.
                    "We paused the movie for you, Rumble," said Flitter, running one of her hooves over Rumble's shoulder as he sat down. "We didn't want to watch any of it without you."
                    Flitter's voice was different, almost sing-song. It was a sort of tease, but not in a derisive or schoolyard bully way – the kind that was inviting Rumble to answer the provocative tone in whatever fashion he deemed fit.
                    Rumble gave a nod of acknowledgement to Flitter, and she responded with a flood of blush and a tilt of her eyes down to the floor.
                    "Can I move just a little bit over here, Rumble? Your wing is so well toned, it's kind of hard to get comfortable when it's pressing against me like that," Cloudchaser said, already shifting her body on the couch.
                    "Oh, is it? I'm sorry. I can tuck them in a little bit further if you want."
                    "Oh no, don't worry about it. I'm sure I can make myself comfortable." Cloudchaser placed both of her forehooves on Rumbles wings and tugged gently, letting it fan out next to her. She wrapped the sturdy length of feathers around her back and moved even closer to Rumble, snuggling up against him and placing her hoof back against his stomach. This time, instead of grumbling and heat, Rumble only felt a stir between his legs.
                    Flitter unpaused the movie without speaking, but took up a position similar to her sister on Rumble's other side, nuzzling her face into his neck and entwining one of her legs around Rumble's as he sat.
                    Rumble wasn't paying much attention to the movie, but Flitter seemed to be, even if only out of the corner of her eye. Cloudchaser, on the other hand, was occupying herself with Rumble's chest, running her hoof along it and up over his muscular shoulders.
                    "I can't get over how toned you are," Cloudchaser half-whispered into Rumble's ear. Her hoof languidly traced against Rumble's skin, darting around his side and foreleg.
                    "Yeah?" Rumble's sudden baritone was easy to keep low as the movie played in the background.
                    "Yeah. You look... huge." Cloudchaser whispered the last word quietly, so close to Rumble's ear he could feel the breath tickling his earlobe.
                    He felt a twitch again.
                    Cloudchaser moved her hoof again, making the slowest arc along Rumble's side and down to one of his hind-legs, which she contented herself with rubbing. The proximity almost drew a gasp from Rumble, but he withheld any sort of exclamation. Cloudchaser might not realise how close she was to... how close she was, after all.
                    Rumble discarded that hypothesis when he felt Cloudchaser's hoof bump against him.
                    "Oh my gosh..."
                    He heard the whisper in his ear along with another light touch. He could feel the lip bite in the hushed exclamation, the blush in the way Cloudchaser's touch jerked ever so slightly, and an increase in heat as her body pressed into Rumble's side and wing a little bit more.
                   He didn't even feel that hard. Just... excited, more so when Cloudchaser's hoof bumped up against his length again.
                    "Look! Isn't that beautiful?"
                    Flitter's voice jarred Rumble out of his momentary occupation. He restrained a shout, but felt Cloudchaser's hoof jerk again, pulling away from Rumble's almost-exposed member for fear of getting caught.
                    "Hm?"
                    "Look how they’re kissing. It's so emotional! You'd never see that kind of kiss in real life." Flitter gestured pointedly to the screen where, indeed, two mares were open-mouthed kissing, separated at the moment (in Rumble's mind) from low rent cinema only by virtue of the soundtrack. Rumble didn't question where the intuition had come from – but it did make him feel a twitch again.
                    "Do you think you'll ever be kissed like that, Rumble?" Flitter asked, turning her attention away from the TV and looking at Rumble. Flitter stared into his eyes like she was trying gaze through him, and snuggled her body closer, almost using Rumble's muscular chest like a blanket.
                    "I, uh..." Rumble stuttered. It felt uncharacteristic given the present deepness of his voice, but despite all his rapidly appearing mental inklings, Rumble still had to admit to himself he'd never kissed anyone; there was no ground to compare experience.
                    Flitter seemed to catch on immediately.
                    "Have... I mean, I guess maybe you haven't had a first kiss? Which is crazy if you ask me... any mare would be dying to get her hooves on you." Flitter ran a hoof along Rumble's chest as she spoke. She seemed to forget that only yesterday Rumble had been the cute little brother than glared at her from upstairs. Now, he was simply the buffed out pegasus sitting next to her. There was something about the closeness – a sensation, or a smell, a sort of primal invitation that exuded from Rumble's entire body. She could feel herself leaning closer to it without any will on her own part.
                    The part of Rumble's brain now responsible for the enjoyment of Cloudchaser's hoof and the imagining of Flitter's backside spurred him into action. As the kissing continued on screen, Rumble reached one of his forelegs behind Flitter and pulled her closer.
                    "Ooh..." Flitter let out a little surprised moan as her body moved in accordance with Rumble's newfound strength. She looked into Rumble's eyes, but didn't speak.
                    As if he'd known to do it all along, Rumble leaned forward and kissed her like it was the most natural thing in the world.
                    Flitter's wings fluttered like they were trying to take off, batting helplessly against the couch as Rumble kissed her. He kissed her like he'd done it a thousand times, using forward pressure to leave Flitter feeling breathless. His jaw was so strong and well defined it made Flitter feel like she was under the romantic duress of an Adonis, and the burliness of the chest pressed into her body made her feel an electric shock of femininity. She was so small and powerless, and Rumble was the one to dictate the force of his own affection.
                    Rumble savoured the taste of Flitter's mouth like a wine, which upon reflection he'd never had before either. The soft sighs under the kiss were as exciting as the tenderness of lips and light tongue that accompanied them, and the frantic wing flapping was the icing on the cake.
                    When the kiss broke Flitter was panting heavily, and her tiny feminine wings were standing straight up on her back, signal poles to show that she had really enjoyed Rumble's attention.
                    "Wow," she said, clutching a hoof to her own chest.
                    "Hey, no fair! If she gets a kiss, I want a kiss too!”
                    Cloudchaser’s voice broke the revelry of the kiss with no regard for the thought of ‘cooling down’.
                   Rumble turned to find Cloudchaser grinning at him. She had edged down the couch as soon as she felt Rumble turn, and now she was standing on all four legs at the far end of the furniture. She flipped her sparkling silver mane and bit her lip for a moment before smirking again.
                    "Come on big-guy, it's only fair. Just a quick peck, if you're worried about it."
                    Rumble sprang on her like a cougar on prey. Cloudchaser didn't have time for the 'eep' to escape her lips as Rumble placed both his forelegs on Cloudchaser's shoulders and drew her closer. The kissing had been second nature the first time – now it was an adventure. Cloudchaser didn't flap her wings like her sister, but she did blush profusely and drag one of her hind-legs against the couch in a sort of desperate grasp at nothing.
                    Flitter had just enough time to recover from the kiss when she looked down to see Rumble ravishing her sister. Normally the semi-permanent sibling rivalry between them might have gotten a yell or interruption, but right now she could only watch. Her wings were painfully stiff, jutting out in an obscene portrayal of her excitement – and, as she looked onward at the newly grown-up Rumble doing what came naturally, she noticed a sign of arousal from one of the other ponies in attendance.
                    "Oh my gosh!" she yelled, echoing her sister's previous sentiments at a higher volume.
                    Though Rumble had been loath to check himself, the piece of meat only feet away from Flitter was huge. Not disconcertingly huge – manageable, theoretically – but gigantic at least in its presence. Flitter wasn't experienced enough to hazard a guess at the inches, but the member was, if she had to speculate, almost as long as her foreleg. And thick.
                    In the course of the ongoing make-out session Cloudchaser had managed to work herself backwards, and began to lie on her back as Rumble pressed closer with every kiss in a long string, breaking apart to allow the tiniest gasp of breath before continuing. Cloudchaser's breathing was a delicate squeak so divorced from her usual bravado that it only spurred on Rumble's enthusiasm, leading quite directly to the full display Flitter could see from her end of the couch.
                    She couldn't just let it be. In the same way that Cloudchaser's hoof had been forced through necessity, she needed to touch it.
                    Unlike Cloudchaser's gentle prod, Flitter pressed both hoofs to the engorged shaft and gave a long stroke.
                    Rumble let out his first groan of the evening, and his burly teenaged (physically, though technically questionable) wings flared out just a bit from his body. Cloudchaser met the noise with her own passionate moan, and wrapped her forelegs around Rumble, digging her hooves into his back.
                    "Rumble... you're so big..." Flitter ran her hooves along Rumble's indeed sizable shaft once or twice, sending shivers up her own spine rather than the recipient of her attention. Not that he didn't notice at all – compared to the hesitant attention of his own earlier poking, even in contrast to Cloudchaser's sultry examination, Flitter's hooves felt amazing – but Rumble couldn't pull his attention away from the writhing, moaning mare underneath him, and his mouth required a great deal more articulation than a simple flexing of a muscle between his legs. If he had the opportunity to relish in the sensation he would have, but for now he managed to restrain his body's reaction in the interest of further attention.
                    Cloudchaser was the one who broke the flurry of Rumble's kiss, holding one of her hooves up between her mouth and his. Rumble only had a moment to pause in potential confusion before Cloudchaser pulled his head forward and locked her mouth to Rumble's neck, kissing and sucking at his skin insistently and nipping every other time with her teeth. As she guided the trail of attention towards Rumble's shoulder, Cloudchaser bit down once, hard, digging her teeth into Rumble's skin. It was an action she couldn't restrain; everything about the pegasus standing over her sent Cloudchaser's body into a frenzied lust that wouldn't have been out of place in primitive Equestria, a pure expression of male dominance and the arousal of strength and stature. Rumble was big, and he had dived on Cloudchaser like she was a meal to be devoured. And, Celestia, did she want to be devoured.
                    Cloudchaser withdrew her love bites at Rumble's shoulder, savouring the taste of the musk in her mouth from the virile colt's skin. She placed one hoof on either side of Rumble's face – that face, so chiseled and youthful at the same time – and guided it towards her own neck. Rumble took the direction immediately.
                    "Gah!"
                    Cloudchaser couldn't hold back her shout as Rumble's teeth bit into her neck – gently, for the colt, but enough to send convulsions up Cloudchaser's spine. She wanted him, wanted him so badly, those wings and that chest and those muscular legs, and oh goodness his mouth that was biting her neck now, sucking on her soft skin and moving down to her chest and oh please please please-
                    She couldn't leave Rumble's attention to chance, not when she needed it this badly. As softly as she could manage, her bodying screaming at her in two directions to not display the slightest bit of dominance, but at the same time begging for more, Cloudchaser nudged Rumble's head down ever so slightly. Hoping, praying, needing him to go down-
                    "Ah!" Cloudchaser gasped as she felt rumbles tongue trailing down her stomach over her belly-button. Close, so close...
                    For the first time, Rumble found himself facing the most intimate part of a mare. His mind recalled various illustrations and instructions akin to what he’d tried to remember that morning about his own body – regardless of instruction, he didn’t remember hearing that things would be this wet.
                    With slight trepidation, Rumble gave the bit of quivering flesh a tiny lick.
                    “Ohhhh, please, Rumble…” Cloudchaser moaned. She tried to ask as much as she could without really asking. Rumble was in charge, she reminded herself. But, please…
                    Rumble licked again.
                    Cloudchaser threw her head back and dug one of her hooves into the couch, the leather squeaking with the force of her excitement.
                    Flitter, meanwhile, had begun to notice the toll of watching her sister moan and squirm about under Rumble’s attentions, and was now adding her own bit of liquid embellishment to the upholstery. And Rumble’s big long shaft was there right in front of her, dangling and begging for attention. She wanted to touch it more, but her hooves begged her attention elsewhere, and she gasped sharply as one of them found its way between her hind legs. Soaked. She had felt a trickle of excitement the moment she’d smelt the musk exuding from Rumble’s body, but now she was dripping in earnest, watching her sister buck her hips up into Rumble’s mouth.
                    Despite his lack of experience, Rumble didn’t have a hard time believing he was doing a good job. Every time his tongue lapped out over Cloudchaser’s lips, her whole body arched up to meet the attention. Rumble slid the tip of his tongue through the dripping folds of skin in front of him for the first time – the scent made him twitch again, and the taste once more. Something just slightly bitter but with a tang that sent something on fire in the back of his brain, an urge that he’d never known was there until this morning. He wanted to do more than lick, he wanted to raise himself up and put the rest of his body to use–
                    Rumble almost jumped when he felt a hoof on his member again, tugging downwards, almost trying to pull him away.
                    “Rumble, please, I want a turn too,” Flitter begged.
                    Rumble turned his gaze sideways to see Flitter pawing at his cock – that was the right word for it, wasn’t it? – with one hoof and frantically rubbing the other in circles lower down on herself. Even though Rumble had only just kissed her, Flitter looked like a mare in heat – her hair was dishevelled and hanging out oddly from her bow, and her eyes were half-closed alongside her blushing cheeks. She looked like a pony desperately in need of something.
                    “You don’t have to touch me, please, I just want to touch it, and you,” Flitter said, giving several pointed strokes to Rumble’s eager erection.
                    The attention drew the first proper groan from Rumble, which elicited a chain-reaction moan from Cloudchaser as the mouth against her pussy murmured on her sensitive flesh.
                    If it were up to Cloudchaser, of course, Flitter might be just be completely ignored – but Rumble wasn’t about to play favorites.
                    Rumble withdrew his head from between Cloudchaser’s legs with his snout dripping, and the sight made Flitter quiver even more in her haunches than her own touching had done. With Rumble facing her, Flitter batted her eyelashes as seductively as she could manage while holding herself back from pouncing on Rumble’s dick.
                    “Please?” she asked. “Can you lie down for me?”
                    Rumble nodded, and took back his seat in the center of the couch. Cloudchaser held back a potential sigh of disappointment as she the lingering throes of Rumble’s tongue jittered through her.
                    As Flitter jumped down from the couch at Rumble’s front looking like a filly given a treat for desert, it occurred to Rumble that despite all his instinct and subconscious direction, he was still very much new to all this. It was one thing to touch another pony and feel their reaction, to know they felt good and that you were causing it – it was an excitement like Rumble had never felt – but even the touch of hooves on his penis had felt unknown, and so good it was almost worrying. He was downstairs with two svelte pegasus twins, and the juice of arousal from one of them was dripping off the end of his nose.
                    He was grown up though, wasn’t he? So what was left?
                    “-!”
                    Rumble grasped at the couch wordlessly as he felt in a matter of seconds what amounted to the best thing he had ever felt in his life.
                    Flitter smiled up at Rumble and licked the length of his shaft seductively, trying her hardest to keep composure given the fire of arousal still burning between her legs. Rumble’s cock was massive, and she wanted nothing more than to devour it completely, choking herself on the virile piece of meat waiting for her attention.
                    Rumble’s reaction to the lick was enough to tell Flitter to go slowly, however. With a sultry grin, she gave another lick up the side of Rumble’s cock and held back a giggle when he groaned loudly, arching his back forward and presenting as much of his sizable shaft as possible.
                    “Is that good?” Flitter asked, giving a tiny lick to the underside of Rumble’s head and delighting in the twitch that it gave in response.
                    “Yessss…” Rumble hissed. He hadn’t been ready for this. Somehow the feeling of attention on his newly discovered male prowess had been the perfect thing to remind him how young he had been that morning, and the rush of adolescence vanishing was coursing through his mind rapidly. He remembered the discomfort and the growth, how he’d felt like a disoriented mess in the wrong body. Suddenly, the body had felt right, but the rest of his brain had still been catching up. Kissing and licking had been like a game, but this was really growing up, and it made his stomach feel sick again.
                    Rumble’s stomach lurched as Flitter took the first few inches of his cock entirely in her mouth.
                    Celestia help me.
                    Flitter was half way down, pacing herself and breathing calmly through her nose when she felt a twitch. Then another. The third one was strong.
                    The feeling in Rumble’s stomach vanished as quickly as it had come, but not without a particular stretching sensation again. This was a center of gravity expanding outward.
                    With his dick still in Flitter’s mouth, Rumble finished growing. His limbs stretched out several more inches, thickening strong enough to overturn an applecart without a second thought. His wings grew fuller, and his chest barrelled out. Where before he had looked like a somewhat staunch and boisterous teenager, his skin now felt stretched to proportions he’d only seen from afar, more befitting to a castle-guard or strong-arm at a bar.
                    And, his cock grew as well.
                    Flitter gagged as the sizable length she had already been having a difficult time with swelled in her mouth. The tip flared and tickled the back of her throat, and only through sheer force of will did she manage to quell her gag reflex. Her cheeks bulged with the size of the thing she was sucking on. Miraculously, she managed to keep the bit she was attending too inside her mouth, but it was considerably thicker, and now with a bit more to go before she hit bottom.
                    Instead of just the couch, Flitter was now soaking the living room carpet as well.
                    Taking in as much breath as she could, Flitter forced her head down, struggling to take even another inch of Rumble’s new size inside her mouth.
                    With the feeling in his stomach gone, Rumble could be focused now. The sensation of Flitter’s tiny demure mouth fighting to swallow any more of his size was ecstasy. Flitter’s mouth was hot and wet and her tongue was pressed against the underside of Rumble’s shaft, forced there by necessity lest she be unable to fit more than an inch inside. And Flitter’s wings were still erect, fluttering every other moment as she tried desperately to bob her head up and down, succeeding instead on only moving two or three inches in either direction.
                    Rumble felt a tap on his side, or more like a nudge with a hoof, followed by something pressed into his chest.
                    That something turned out to be Cloudchaser’s flank. She shoved herself against Rumble’s muscular body, grinding herself on his skin and coating him in a constant stream of her arousal.
                    “Rumble, c’mon, you don’t wanna give Flitter all the attention, do you? You’d have way more fun in here than in there.” Cloudchaser gestured pointedly to her dripping slit as she spoke, and gave a seductive wiggle of her ass practically right under Rumble’s nose.
                    Rumble wasn’t sure if he should agree – but Flitter’s mouth did feel amazing. The scent wafting up from Cloudchaser wasn’t helping his decision making process at all either – instead of picking one or the other, Rumble felt helpless, trapped as a victim of the attention from both girls. Flitter’s mouth was so small it felt like a vice, and the friction and wetness were all new feelings that Rumble wasn’t sure how to deal with.
                    He felt a stirring somewhere else, a new sensation that came only with growing up.
                    He didn’t know to give any warning.
                    Flitter was the first of the three to notice, feeling the results even before Rumble did. She felt the head in her mouth flare, and tried to hold back another gag when it hit her.
                    Hot, thick cum in the back of her throat. So much of it. The first attempt to swallow was already in vain – Flitter knew the only recourse to keep herself from choking was to pull Rumble’s cock out of her mouth, which she did just in time to get the second spurt right in her eyes.
                    Rumble could form no words. He managed to keep his eyes open, locked in what felt like a transcendent state. His eyes were open, so he couldn’t be dreaming, but the feeling coursing through him couldn’t be real. It made every nerve in his body twitch like lightning, and very particularly between his legs. It felt like a million doses of lesser relief rolled into one, so great and amazing that Rumble wanted to shout, but couldn’t find a way to make use of his tongue. And the sight–
                    Flitter blinked through the second shot and opened her eyes. She placed both her hooves at the base of Rumble’s cock and felt him twitch again, the flared head of his dick bobbing before spraying another jet of cum into Flitter’s face. She was happy to catch it, and let out a low moan as the thick creamy load splashed across her forehead and cheek. Cum dribbled out of her mouth from the first spurt she had caught, and more than a bit of it dripped out the side of her mouth and landed on the floor where it mixed obscenely with her own juices.
                    All the while Cloudchaser continued to grind her cunt against Rumble’s chest, eyes wide at the load he was delivering to her sister. The fourth jet was smaller at last than the first three, and Flitter’s entire face looked painted in cream, dripping all over her skin like a face-wash.
                    The last bit came out as a dribble, trickling down the head of Rumble’s cock and sliding down the length of his shaft, which remained rock hard.
                    “Ohhh….” Flitter moaned as she took a hoof to her cheek absentmindedly, tracing it along the deposit of jizz coating her face.
                    “I, uh…” Rumble stuttered. He wasn’t sure what to say. Part of him felt like apologizing. “…I’m… sorry?”
                    The words were hard. Rumble had never felt more out of breath in his life.
                    “Dude, don’t be sorry! You fucking coated her! I’m jealous,” Cloudchaser said, pulling her cooch off Rumble’s chest and flapping her wings down to her sister’s side.
                    “You are?” Rumble asked, dumbfounded. He wished he could find the confidence he’d had when kisses were all that was called for.
                    “Hell yeah! I’ve gotta get some of that…”
                    Rumble’s mouth fell agape as Cloudchaser grabbed her sister’s cum covered face with both hooves and pulled her into a kiss.
                    Where Rumble’s first kiss with each girl had been moderately restrained, the act he watched from the vantage point on the couch was completely the opposite. He felt himself twitch in a jolt of arousal as Cloudchaser lathered her tongue inside Flitter’s mouth, taking as much cum as she could and swallowing it before returning to the kiss, wet and filthy and dripping with spit and semen.
                    Flitter panted as the kiss subsided, and she took a moment to wipe some of the cum off her face which she happily licked off her own hoof, smiling and moaning softly as she swallowed.
                    “Rumble’s a real stud, huh?” Cloudchaser asked, smirking to her sister.
                    “He… yes, I’d say that’s true,” Flitter responded, still panting a little from the excitement of her unexpected facial.
                    “Can we give him a bit of a treat before I have my turn?”
                    Flitter nodded.
                    “Of course.”
                    Rumble wasn’t sure what was in store, but he did feel another twitch as the twins grinned at each other before turning to him.
                    “We hope this means you’re feeling better,” said Cloudchaser before she dived her head forward. Flitter followed wordlessly.
                    Rumble couldn’t turn his eyes away despite every pleasure sensation in his body urging him to do so. Flitter and Cloudchaser took up one side of his cock each and licked delicately against his sensitive skin, pressing their mouths to his erection and kissing it, lathering their tongues all over and coating his shaft in saliva.
                    Both twins bobbed their head up and down several times, once or twice meeting at the front under Rumble’s glans to exchange another sloppy kiss, trails of their saliva coming with them as they returned their attention to the full-attention erection in between them. After a few more licks, Cloudchaser seemed content that Rumble was fully prepared, and lifted herself off the floor with a few flaps of her wings.
                    “Flitter had her fun, but now it’s my turn,” she said simply, turning herself in a half-circle and facing toward the television where the movie still played, forgotten.
                    Flitter lifted off the ground in a similar suit, flapping instead towards Rumble’s chest as her sister made her place over the giant length of cock waiting for her.
                    Rumble gasped as he felt the touch of a new set of lips at the tip of his cock. Much warmer, and much slicker, so perfect in shape they felt like they were pulling him in. Cloudchaser turned her head around and grinned, bobbing herself up and down on just the tip several times.
                    Without warning, she drew her wings in and let herself drop.
                    Rumble opened his mouth to gasp, but found his sound blocked by something on his mouth – Flitter taking the place of her sister from earlier, pressing her pussy into Rumble’s snout.
                    Is this what growing up feels like?
                    Rumble’s cock was far too big for Cloudchaser to take in one go, but she managed to fit about half inside herself. The feeling was the best combination of ‘stretched’ and ‘full’ she’d ever imagined, and the way Rumble’s sexy muscular limbs supported her as she rested her weight on them was an added bonus. Shuddering from the feeling of the giant love-muscle deep inside her, Cloudchaser managed to raise herself up an inch before falling back down, taking in slightly more of Rumble’s cock as she fell.
                    “Gah! Rumble, you’re fucking huge…” Cloudchaser muttered, partly to herself, as she tried to get another inch or two inside herself. She was still tingling from Rumble’s tongue earlier, and his cock-head pressing against her inner-walls put her back in memory of how good the attention to her cunt had felt.
                    Rumble couldn’t have responded if he wanted to. Flitter was grinding herself brazenly on his face, and doing the only thing he could imagine was appropriate, he had extended his tongue and lapped up and down at the wetness smearing across his snout. Flitter had moaned and pushed herself forward, positioning herself just so and letting Rumble’s tongue lap over her clit. Her wings were doing overtime to keep her aloft, an extra difficult feat given their stiffness due to her constant arousal. Somehow she managed, but every so often the flapping quelled mostly and was replaced by a foreleg on Rumble’s shoulder, Flitter trying her hardest to keep herself aloft and basking in the ministrations of Rumble’s tongue.
                    “Celestia help me, I dunno if I can fit any more of this monster inside me… does this feel good for you stud?” Cloudchaser asked as she bobbed herself up and down on as much of Rumble’s cock as she could manage, leaving just a few inches outside. She wasn’t sure, but she thought she could feel Rumble’s head hitting her womb on every other thrust, and the thought made her shiver.
                    If the spit from the twins’ attention hadn’t been enough lube, the constant dripping of Cloudchaser’s arousal would have been more than sufficient. She was coating Rumble like a faucet, taking away any remembrance of cold water or sweat in place of hot arousal-scented girl-juice.
                    Rumble noted vaguely he’d been asked a question. Thinking was the second hardest thing in the world at that moment, apart from his cock. He tried to form a sentence.
                    “Yes,” he managed.
                    “Fuck yes it does… I dunno how good my pussy feels, but you’re gonna make me cum in no time with this giant thing slamming my cunt.”
                    If Flitter could have spoken she would have assured Rumble that her sister’s vulgarity was completely normal given her personality – but at the moment she could do nothing but moan as she ground her hips forward onto Rumble’s face, rubbing herself up and down on his tongue like a toy in sexy buff colt form.
                    Rumble wasn’t sure if he was close. It did feel good – so good that he wasn’t sure he could break the sensations apart. Most of his attention was on the set of puffy lips and love button rubbing over his mouth, with at least partial attention on remembering to breathe. Cloudchaser’s pussy clenching around his dick did feel amazing, but it seemed like she was enjoying it more than him – he could feel her body shake when she bottomed out, and the way her hind legs twitched against his when she started to swivel back and forth with Rumble’s head all the way inside her-
                   “Oh, fuck, I’m gonna cum!” Cloudchaser announced, slamming herself down on Rumble’s cock as hard as she could.
                    Just as Flitter had felt Rumble’s warning an instant before anyone else, Rumble felt the clench of Cloudchaser’s insides on his shaft before the pegasus had announced her arrival. He felt a similar sensation, though less direct, on his tongue as Flitter grabbed the back of his head and forced it forward, burying his nose in Flitter’s slit.
                    “Gah!”
                    Cloudchaser spasmed hard on Rumble’s dick, and the flood of her arousal increased instantly, spraying Rumble’s crotch with girlcum and soaking his fur where it had been at least partially dry before. Flitter’s orgasm felt much the same, threatening to drown him as Flitter squeaked the announcement of her climax. She held back from words, but gave out a long continuous squeal as she came, rocking her hips back and forth and grinding against Rumble’s face.
                    Rumble felt himself twitch in response to the twins, his body reminding in no uncertain terms that two pegasus girls had just cum on either end of him.
                    Follow suit, it said.
                    Cloudchaser collected herself relatively fast, though her panting followed the same way her sister’s had after her first orgasm.
                    “Ahhh… your turn, Flitter, if you’re up to it,” Cloudchaser said as she lifted herself off of Rumble’s still achingly hard cock with a flap of her wings.
                    Flitter didn’t manage to mumble a proper response, instead using most of her energy to keep her crotch enough off Rumble’s face to give him room to breathe.
                    “Come on, sis, you’ve gotta try it. Rumble’s a fucking beast… I coulda cum way more if I’d kept going.”
                    Flitter murmured something neither of the other ponies could make out. She managed to lift herself up with a pathetic set of flaps from her still stiffened wings, and landed on the living room carpet where she had been before, giving Rumble her best attempt at head before he’d coated her in cum.
                    Rumble still wasn’t sure what to make of the situation. His cock was eager for more, but his head was still spinning.
                    Is any of this really happening?
                    “I… I do really want you to, um… to…”
                    “Fuck you?” Cloudchaser chimed in, provoking a rash of blush from her sister.
                    “Yes… but, uh… I’m a bit worn out from all that sort-of-flying. I don’t suppose you could…”
                    Rumble stared blankly at Flitter. In so much as he could intuit to put his dick inside her, he wasn’t sure what sort of specifics the pegasus might be requesting.
                    “Oh, here… like this.”
                    Flitter’s sudden timid demeanour seemed to go part-in-parcel with her normally meek composure, but it was emphasized a hundred times by the sheer size of the colt she was asking to be fucked by. Still, actions spoke stronger than words.
                    Still blushing, Flitter turned herself around and waggled her rump at Rumble, flitting her tail up seductively. Purely at her body’s behest, Flitter’s pussy winked, a vulgar action which only made her blush harder.
                    In an animal reaction, Rumble felt himself twitch again.
                    “Did you see that man? She’s fucking turned on as shit! She wants you bad.”
                    In the same fashion that Flitter’s personality had become amplified by Rumble’s proximity and attention, Cloudchaser seemed to have turned her brashness up to eleven in the heat of her arousal. Rumble bet that if he was to bend the louder pegasus over she might yield a similar reaction… but, there was one filly already waiting for his attention at the moment.
                    Rumble lifted himself off the couch, feeling a slickness against the leather from his own sweat and the doses of liquid arousal the twins had given him. With Flitter’s ass waving in front of him, his movement was guided by instinct – the momentary awkwardness of lining himself up was overruled by Flitter’s whimpers as she felt the heat of Rumble’s head poking at her from behind.
                    Maybe that’s all growing up means… that instinct is finally enough to go by when the situation called for it?
                    Rumble felt the sensation of winking lips against his cock-head, slick and hot as they had been moments ago from Cloudchaser but a hundred times more insistent, begging for his attention, begging to be fucked.
                    Rumble slid forward nervously.
                    “Ohhhhhh…” Flitter moaned from underneath him, uncharacteristically loud in the height of her excitement. Her sister had been right – Rumble was huge, and the sensation of his giant cock filling her up even just a little bit was fantastic. She could feel her pussy clenching without direction, grasping at Rumble’s shaft like an eager mouth needing more.
                    Rumble groaned as Flitter’s pussy squeezed him. Cloudchaser had been tight, but Flitter was demanding. He could feel the urgency in her requests from her body’s attempts to pull him further in, and every time he managed to slide in another inch the clenching was harder.
                    He felt a familiar stirring, the more pleasant of the few that had wracked his body in the last twelve hours.
                    “Flitter, I think I’m gonna-“
                    Cum, they had called it?
                    Just like last time, Flitter felt it first. She gasped, and her wings puffed out as far as possible from her back. Her pussy clenched.
                    Rumble leaned forward while trying to keep as much weight off Flitter’s back. He groaned, and felt himself twitch harder than he ever had before, the relative sensation of his cock throbbing being one he was only still getting used to. He felt his balls tingle, an identification to the intangible feeling of something somewhere needing emptying. His shaft surged and his head flared, and before he knew what was happening he was cumming again, this time spraying his load right into Flitter’s desperate wetness.
                    Flitter gave another high-pitched squeal as she tried to grind herself back, finding herself already near the limit of her depth as Rumble’s cock pressed inside her. She could feel the heat of his sperm as is it coated her insides, spraying in spurts of what felt like gallons. Her pussy quivered as Rumble emptied burst after burst of his jizz inside her. She could feel it pooling up, sloshing around and coating the head of the cock pressed up against her walls.
                    “Oh, Rumble, yes, inside, please….” Flitter mumbled, her face hot with embarrassed lust.
                    Cloudchaser, standing beside the pair, couldn’t see the results, but she pieced it together from the groans of both parties and the thrusting of hips together.
                    “Oh shit, is he cumming in you? Fuck, that is so fucking hot!”
                    Normally Flitter would have reprimanded her sister for her language – but now was neither the time nor the place, and Flitter was revelling in the feeling of Rumble’s final burst of cum as he emptied the last bit of his load into her stomach. She could almost feel it sloshing around, filling her up and making every bit of her insides sticky…
                    “I’m sorry,” Rumble mumbled awkwardly. For some reason the sensation of orgasm left him with an indescribable guilt – as though nothing should ever be able to feel that good.
                    “Don’t apologize, please, so good…” Flitter answered, shaking her hips from side to side and rubbing herself on Rumble’s cock.
                    He was still totally hard.
                    “Okay, I think this whole ‘taking turns’ thing isn’t gonna work, because seeing you cum like that makes me want some real bad. I have an idea.”
                    Cloudchaser pushed at Rumble’s flank with one of her hooves. Rumble looked at her confused, and she rolled her eyes giving another soft shove.
                    “Pull out, just for a second okay?”
                    Rumble complied, pulling himself out of Flitter’s still twitching cunt. His head sprung free with a ‘plop’ – and was followed by the splash of an entire load of cum spraying onto the floor and the insides of Flitter’s hindlegs.
                    “Ohhh…” Flitter moaned as she felt the waterfall of jizz empty onto the carpet. So much cum that had been inside her…
                    “Sweet Celestia! That is a lot of cum. And you’re still ready to go!”
                    Rumble ran a hoof through his mane in embarrassment. He wasn’t sure guilt was the right thing to feel, but having Cloudchaser call attention to the still eagerly swinging piece of meat between his legs was a little embarrassing.
                   “Well, don’t worry, we’re still ready to go to… aren’t we Flitter?” Cloudchaser nudged her sister’s side as she spoke, bending over to take up a mirror position.
                    “Mhm-hmm…” Flitter moaned, and waggled her ass seductively against her sister’s, bumping flanks together and prompting Cloudchaser to follow suit.
                    “Come on. You’re not done until you rut both of us until we can’t walk, okay?”
                    Rumble stared at the pair of waiting holes in front of him, two silver pegasi waggling their marehoods seductively under his face and begging to be filled up with his stiff rod. His cock twitched underneath his stomach, flinging a tiny drop of cum left over from his last orgasm up against his skin.
                    He hoped very much that his brother wasn’t planning on coming home any time soon.