//------------------------------// // Part 5 [Mature] // Story: More Than Buddies // by Crowley //------------------------------// The door to Ditzy’s living room swiftly swings open, allowing both the pegasus and unicorn entrance. As soon as the door shuts, you find yourself pushed against it by two soft, stone-grey hooves. Your pulse had hardly any time to calm from your unexpected flight, your legs still trying to remember how to work on the ground. Leaning your back against the door for support, you firmly hold her shoulders with your forelegs, pulling her ever-so-slightly closer to you. Ditzy’s lips meet with yours again, the sweet-tasting promises of what lies beyond them teasing your mouth. You were never one for taking risks in your life, especially when it came to something as important as romance. This time, however, is going to be different. This time you’re going to push the boundaries that much further. Your mouth opens just enough within the kiss. The tip of your tongue edges forward cautiously, before licking, testing, her pursed lips. Be it from pleasant surprise or unexpected shock, the pegasus responds with a faint twitch when she feels your warm, wet request. For the briefest moment, you could have sworn her bright eyes realign perfectly from the feeling. A blink later, and they begin to drift again. Not that you’d know - her eyelids close before you can see anything else from them. With a soft sigh, her lips part, giving in to the poking and prodding of your tongue. Pulling her closer, tighter to you with your fore-hooves, you explore the insides of her mouth, the taste reminding you faintly of syrup. A shiver of excitement rushes down your spine as her own tongue rises to meet yours, dancing, lapping, sliding against each other in short fits of arousal. You feel something light brush against your hooves. Something from behind Ditzy’s back. Her wings slowly and delicately unfurl as she presses her face against yours, trying to push herself deeper into your fiery, passionate kiss. Before you know it, her grey feathers have spread widely, proudly standing on end. Pulling back from the kiss, she stops to look at you, close enough for her warm, gentle breath to be felt on your face. However, what catches your attention the most is that hungry smirk she wears, that stirring look in her extraordinary eyes. You understand what she yearns for; in fact, you‘re hoping to give her just that. Your eyes flick towards the nearby sofa. That’ll do nicely. A quick whisper into Ditzy’s ear is all it takes. She lies on the sofa, her back facing upwards, stiff wings raised and quivering in anticipation. You hoist one of your legs over her, facing her hardened, feathered limbs, her lower spine nestled between your hind legs. Deep sighs escape her as you firmly knead the base of each wing, working your way higher ever-so-slowly. Her breathing quickens by the time you’re up to her central coverts, your steady massaging causing her to grab the nearby cushion for support. Catching her by surprise, you work your way down her wings again, pressing, rubbing her spine between each wing. Her gasp turns into a relaxed moan, her whole body trembles, complete with an involuntary flutter from the wings. You can’t help but grin as you quicken your pace, rubbing her feather-tips and enjoying the sound of her blissful cries as they rise in pitch. Your hooves run up the ridge of each wing until you reach her alula; the point where Ditzy’s wing-structure ends and the feathers begin. Or as you know it better as, the most sensitive part of a pegasus’ limb. You notice her sharp intake of breath even as you brush it gently. Perfect. Grasping the magic spot on your lover’s wings, you work your hooves over them as feverishly and furiously as possible. A screeching yelp of passion suddenly bursts forth from her throat, the following ecstatic screams might have even shattered windows if she hadn’t the foresight to bury her face in the cushion. Every muscle in her body goes wild, her hind legs can be felt kicking wildly. Every feather in her wings flex in pleasure. Her muffled shrieks of euphoria stir a lust aching to come out. Finally, the muscles in her wings loosen, and they droop to her sides in exhaustion as she gasps for air. With a little effort, Ditzy rolls onto her back while she’s still under you. A moment later, you realise this puts you both in a very… suggestive position. She flicks an uneasy glance your way, which you reassuringly laugh off to hide your beet-red blushing; wing-fooling is one thing, but you feel it’s definitely too soon for something like… well… that! Instead, you lie down on the sofa next to her, lavishing her with kisses once again. The clock ticks by as you both playfully exchange short, tender pecks on each other‘s faces. However, you notice a small pattern emerging in Ditzy’s kissing; first your lips, then another on your snout. Then the space between your eyes, oddly. Then the base of your horn, then th- “Aah! Ditzy, wha… uh…” You don’t expect her lips to take such a route, wrapping snugly around the tip of your horn. Nor do you expect the gentle sucking as she slowly slides her mouth up and down it. Your horn is one of the most sensitive body parts you have, and with your eyes shut, you can feel every last thing through it. The warm breeze of her breath between each sensual suck. Her hot, wet tongue sliding against it. The single, stray droplet of saliva trickling down from the tip of your horn to the base. Doing your best to keep your breathing steady, you involuntarily writhe from the comforting experience. The temperature in your horn starts to rise, the recognisable tingling sensation coming back to you - telltale signs of magic gathering towards it. Perhaps Ditzy caught on to this as well; her tender teasing slowing down at the sign of the your arcane anticipation. Eventually, she stops, pulling her mouth away from your horn. Just as your build-up was becoming a challenge to keep under control. “Is… is everything alright?” She replies using her lips. Pushed up against your own again. You breathe a deep sigh from the corner of your mouth; a kiss from her is welcome any time. Meanwhile, her fore-hooves rise to your horn, massaging it from top to bottom, quickly and eagerly. The pressure mounts around your horn as she rubs, the passion reigniting between yours and Ditzy’s lips only serving to build it even higher. Just a few sparks break free from your horn’s tip, the release causing you to moan with pleasure into her mouth. Taking advantage of your parted lips, her tongue slides in between them, mingling with yours again. If her deft hooves weren’t the cause of the incoming enchanted climax, her tongue certainly was. Every muscle in your body tenses, your horn burning with the sparks and static spewing forth from its tip. You try to stifle a groan of ecstasy to no avail as the flow of magic lessens, pulling back from Ditzy’s kissing only for a moment, to take a brief gasp of air, before diving back in again. When the last satisfying cackle of electricity finally dies out, you lie almost motionless next to the pony you love. Just you, her, and the sofa you both lie on, sharing this moment of perfection together. You can’t tell how long you lie there with her, the sound of the mounted clock’s ticking accompanying yours and Ditzy’s breathing. Then after a while; “That was… incredible,” you whisper into her ear. She responds with a slow, sleepy nod before nuzzling up to you. “How did you do… that… so well?” “I’ve, um, had practice,” she mumbles, her wandering eyes closing bit by bit. “I used to date a unicorn. He really liked it when I did that stuff to his horn.” You feel her cosy-up closer to you as she recalls her former coltfriend. “But one day, I crashed while I was flying. Can’t remember how or why, but he didn’t like it when I did. He said I was too different after the accident.” she sighs deeply, knowing it’s all water under the bridge now. No point in trying to change the past. “I think… he ran away. But before he did, he gave me a gift.” You gently place your hoof on her head, half-ruffling and half-stroking her mane to put her worries at ease. She loves that, after all. “He gave me… my little muffin. My little Dinky. And she’s the best filly in the whole of Equestri- Aah!” Ditzy bolts upright in panic, surprising you with her sudden fluster. “Oh my gosh! Dinky! I’m supposed to pick her up after school!” she turns her head toward the clock on the wall and lets out a sigh of relief. “Ten minutes to four, I still have time.” You hadn’t realised how fast the past three hours had been. Time flies when you’re having fun, you guess. You lift yourself off the sofa with Ditzy, and before you know it she’s already in the doorway, ready to leave. “Ditzy, wait.” She stops in her tracks, and turns to face you. “Do you think your daughter would, y’know…” It’s hard to find the right words for this, “She’d probably not appreciate seeing a strange stallion hanging around her home all of a sudden, would she?” “Uh… I dunno.” the pegasus shrugs, “She knows who you are, I’ve told her all about you, but-” “-But it would be a big change in her life if I got too involved.” you finish. You imagine if you were a young colt, and your single parent started being with other ponies you hardly knew. Then you have an idea; “Hey Ditzy. This weekend, if you’re free. Let’s all go to the park together or something.” You wrap a foreleg over her shoulders in assurance, “We’ll take it slow together. Maybe it’s better for little Dinky if she got to know me before I get too involved in her life.” She wraps a foreleg over your shoulders too, and gives you a short, sweet kiss on the lips. “I think you two will get along just fine. This weekend? I’ll be there. Let’s talk more about it at lunch tomorrow!” You finally pull off a laid-back smirk. “I’ll see you there, beautiful.” Blushing at your remark (which was true - you waited so long to call her that) she walks out of the door and takes to the bright, blue skies. As you see her fly off to collect her family, you think to yourself how… wait a minute… “Ditzy! The school’s that way!” (Spoiler; you now have a thing for the wall-eye.) - Crowley